SPITTING COUSINS – Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music)
You share my name, I guess that’s true,
And your father’s father was my father’s too,
But did you really think I’d welcome you
With an open door?
You’ve spent your life in a land of plenty,
While I’ve spent mine where the bowl’s been empty,
Because one brother stayed and one slid gently
Like a rat to shore,
And blood’s no thicker than the cold North Sea no more.
I stead of too much time to rue my lot,
I could’ve been the one to have the things you’ve got,
If my old man had had a bit more bottle,
And had seen what the rest all saw,
But now the years have peeled away in dozens,
And you slip your hand back in the family bosom,
Well I’m just a spitting not a kissing cousin,
And my pride’s red raw,
And blood’s no thicker than the cold North Sea no more.
How bloody stupid did you think I’d be,
You’ll not get a single slice of fatted calf off me.
You talk of sunshine and open spaces,
And warm green forests all over the place,
Well, I happen to like the wind and rain in my face
Until it’s cold and sore,
And blood’s no thicker than the cold North Sea no more.
There’s been one or two changes since you went away,
We got colour television, but real life turned grey.
Now you stand in my pub with your plastic dollars,
You woo the women and you charm the fellas,
Why should I be bitter, why should I be jealous
Of a sunburned bore?
So take your presnts and your tax-free booze,
Your laughable hat and your snake-skin shoes,
An make like your precious kangaroos,
And hop off my damn floor,
‘Cos blood’s no thicker than the cold North Sea no more.