The Bastards of Husherville were two twin boys with deep set eyes who never spoke a word. No-one liked them 'cause they were strange except of course for their lucky mother, who loved them more than her own life. And most days the ??? Brats stood out in the street laughing and throwing empty sardine cans and catpiss newspapers at the Bastards and their poor mother. And once, when they saw her coming down the boulavard their mother had spent a whole weeks pay on a new coat. The Brats threw a ball of sand and shit and hit that coat square in the back. Mother just left it in the street; kept on walking. Despite all of this the Bastards just looked at each other with their deep set eyes and said not a word.
It was a dry summer, unusual for a place as death as Husherville, where all the buildings have warped and crooked 'cause they're made of wood. And an old lady with her garden and dried flowers they called Aunty lived with her crooked young nephew, whose mother drank herself into a nightly coma, and whose father died in a tragic and mysterious accident involving a rare species of butterfly and piss and oil. And the nephew broke all the windows in a church and set the neighbourhood cats on fire.
No-one said a word 'cause Aunty always gave a lot in the offering plate every Sunday morning. She always told her nephew "I don't want you playing with those Boomers" and she'd make sure she would say it when they could hear it.
And despite all of this the Bastards just looked at each other with their deep set eyes and said not a word.
And the judge of Husherville was a large man and a good man. He's good enough to take care of all his rich friends in the higher society of Husherville. But the mother of the Bastards was not a member of the higher society of Husherville and never thought the judge was a very good man, although still very large.
And like a lot of the men in Husherville, he knew her unfortunate reputation and making like the business man he was born to be, he took full advantage of the situation and one night, he paid her a visit. His massive fat body covered her up like the sun eclipsing the moon and in his ??? sweaty skin she drowned, unable to breathe.
And she died with a look on her face that was neither sad nor happy. And she died with a look on her face that was neither sad nor happy. And she died with a look on her face that was neither sad nor happy. But that look, that look on her face, it spoke volumes.
When the judge was done, and he had his fill, he told the coroner who was a high society coroner to list the cause of death as unknown, and he half-smiled when he said it. What he didn't notice, the two pale faces watched his every move from the window outside. And despite all this, the Bastards looked at each other with their deep set eyes they snuck into the house of the judge later at night.
And they found him in a bathtub full of ??? And on that dry Husherville day the town went up in smoke and the judge screamed "why?!" and for the first time they spoke:
"'Cause I'm a bastard I'm a bastard I'm a bastard, so's my brother
I'm a bastard I'm a bastard I'm a bastard, so's my brother
I'm a bastard I'm a bastard I'm a bastard, so's my brother
I'm a bastard I'm a bastard I'm a bastard, killed my mother"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
