Rev Hammer (Worse & Worse) Like The Son Of A Goat Lyrics

Well, the name is Llewellyn and I'm carved out of stone
Just me and the mountain, the valley is home
And I've mined for silver, and I've dug for gold
But these days I find I'm just picking up coal
And the weather howls in through the holes in the roof
Till the only things standing are the ones with the
roots
And it's worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat.

Christmas sermons (?) in a pulpit, there's too much to
stand
And there's thousands more like you all over the land.
And the hue there is black, as black as it looks
And they shake when he reads from the great holy book
And the ghosts they are bound in the lanes and the
streets
Till there's barely room left for someone new you might
meet
And it's worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat. Well I think I've been kicked and I think it's a sin
The way my father was kicked and his father for him.
And tonight I'll drink plenty with Davey and Jack
Then crack my head open on a long journey back.
When I come round nothing at all will have changed
And nothing's quite ever the same, oh you know
It's just worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat.

Well the (...) has a heart, the choir has a voice
We all stick together, for we haven't a choice.
And no many have drifted miles in a day
But in dreams they're returning and it's here they must
stay.
All the ties, I can't even seem them to cut
I just spend my time cursing my luck, oh you know
It's just worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat.