Wild Beasts

Hooting & Howling


Carry me hooting and howling to the river to wash of my hands of the hot blood the sweat and the sand Any rival who goes for our girls will be left thumb sucking in terror and bereft of all coffin bearers A crude art a bovver boot ballet- equally elegant and ugly I was as thrilled as I was appalled courting him in fisticuffing waltz Now I’m not saying the lads always deserve a braying And I’m not saying the girls are worth the fines I’m paying We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot…Hooting hooting and howling