Weakling from Rhondda St by The Mams

You're looking for your king/A man with shoulders broad as oaks/You‘re looking at this thing/On the pages, dainty strokes/Come the day the poets rise/We‘ll write the better battle cries/The pen is mightier than the sword/The bullet mightier than the word?/So I'm a weakling/And I wanna be so strong/Can‘t you all just play along?/I built a wall for you/You poked a stone out with your shoe/Come the sluggers into town/We’ll rise and bash those buggers down/Made our pencils arrowheads/And fire from beneath our beds/Coz I‘m a weakling/The meek can sing along/Come on join our throng/We’re boyos from the land of song

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