The Miserable Sons of A

The folks around here are inbred
Twisted minds and gossip taught
But they fear the two cloaked brothers
That is until the drinks are bought

All the town is a big mouth
And they don't care what they say
Until face to face they mutter out
"You miserable sons of a.....
Of a......."

Couldn't spit the words out
Before their brittle bones are broke(n)
Me, I'm an outside
I coughed a bit and then I spoke

"Excuse me sirs, I'm leaving
So please get out my way"
I left with my nose flattened
By the miserable sons of A
Of A

The town should just accept it
Get on your knees and pray
You'll all be made to suffer by
The miserable sons of A
Of A