If the Sun doesn't get you
the scorpions will.
There were four of us in a half track and a little way back lay the fifth.
The Sun got him good
roasted and peeled him like a spud.
Tannoy, the radio man was the next one to go, slow like a withering vine,
sounded like static on the line
then he went dead.
Fitzroy, the Sepoy, more of a boy than a man
prayed for a day and then went on his way to whatever heaven it is that Sepoys go.
Bill, a bull of a man from Mill Hill and who spoke with a permanent stutter
uttered his last and I travelled on at half mast
cursing the Sun and the Sand and the hand I'd been dealt.
Felt the scorpion sting as I pulled up and funny thing too
I could swear that the scorpion looked like
Frank Sinatra.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
If the Sun doesn't get you
the scorpions will.
There were four of us in a half track and a little way back lay the fifth.
The Sun got him good
roasted and peeled him like a spud.
Tannoy, the radio man was the next one to go, slow like a withering vine,
sounded like static on the line
then he went dead.
Fitzroy, the Sepoy, more of a boy than a man
prayed for a day and then went on his way to whatever heaven it is that Sepoys go.
Bill, a bull of a man from Mill Hill and who spoke with a permanent stutter
uttered his last and I travelled on at half mast
cursing the Sun and the Sand and the hand I'd been dealt.
Felt the scorpion sting as I pulled up and funny thing too
I could swear that the scorpion looked like
Frank Sinatra.
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