Its coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
from the staggering account
Of the sermon on the mount
Which I dont pretend to understand at all
Its coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of chevrolet.
Oh no not the chocolates. We will be getting plenty of those. Think I will go for some Harveys Xmas ale when I get in and may be the Mrs will be up for some action