The Fugitive
On a cold October morning As frost lay on the ground Waiting to make my move I made no sound Waiting for the mist To cover all around I carefully picked my time Then took the wall I'm sick and tired of running The hunger and the pain A stop to look about Then off again Being at the wrong place And at the wrong time Suspected of a hit That was my crime I am a fugitive Being hunted down like game I am a fugitive But I've got to clear my name I am a fugitive Being hunted down like game I am a fugitive But I've got to clear my name Always looking around me Forever looking back I'll always be a target for attack Ever moving onwards Always on the run Waiting for the sight of a loaded gun I am a fugitive Being hunted down like game I am a fugitive But I've got to clear my name I am a fugitive Being hunted down like game I am a fugitive But I've got to clear my name Even if I find them And get to clear my name I know that things can never be the same But if I ever prove My innocence someday I've got to get them all to make them pay I am a fugitive Being hunted down like game I am a fugitive But I've got to clear my name I am a fugitive Being hunted down like game I am a fugitive But I've got to clear my name
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Vic Vella: ...the well Steve: Oh yeah? Vic: Hm. Went down ten feet, I got a JCB from the road, yeah, 'cause my other one wouldn't reach. Dug it out... after ten or fifteen minutes he went back to the hole to check the height... full of water! Must have come from the river, eh? Steve: ...someone must 'ave pissed in it Vic: Say well, it's fucking big piss... somebody did Someone: Something you were doing down the boat Vic: Come'n'feed it through the ground, it's like a well. About three feet deep. So I....that's right, fucking John shit himself. it was soil, says it's like quicksand.... he went down there to spread the fucking soil, and he's sinking in, int' he. He suddenly reached for the fucking fork lift and I lifted it up, he couldn't reach it... he was shitting himself. He just going by the- right at the end of the boots. He said "I'm fucking going, I'm going! Just lower the fucking forklift quick!" And he grabbed hold of it, so I had to lift 'im up with him hanging on the end of it. Good job he didn't let go otherwise *splat!* right in the fucking mud! Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local MP (Vic: ) He's a Maltese man and he's mowing the lawn my way Roll over Vic Vella, give me more bales of hay Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, don't you mow that lawn my way () Early in the morning I'm-a giving you a warning Don't you step on my tractor blades Hey devil, devil, he's on the fiddle And he ain't got nothing to lose Roll over Vic Vella, tell the tax man the bad news Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella, don't you tell the tax man the news, yeah You want to buy a truck and need a new VCR Vic, he gonna say he knows where they are Roll over Vic Vella, I see that panda-car, woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!.. Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, don't you come and dance with me Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, don't you play those games with me Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella Roll over Vic Vella, don't you play that with me
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
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