phoney

You’re a phoney,
a thieving phoney.
You're a phoney,
you don’t know your roots from your boots.
You’re a phoney,
you nick another man’s truths.
You’re a phoney,
you have no nation or notion of time.
You’re a phoney,
you know no heart of your own.
You’re a phoney,
you feed on my Geordie veins.
You’re a phoney,
a thieving phoney.



KEITH ARMSTRONG