SULT I & II

Oslo was the devil 
He stole my page 
Shoved it down my stomach 
I couldn't write for days 

So I walked that snow swept city in search of a light 
To pay for my next morsel, free my body from the night 
And I danced on steel park benches 
Climbed up high glass lanterns 
And slept beneath the tower bells 
Cos shivering to me was no lesson 
It was a taste I was forgetting 
I'd still give my waistcoat away to that boy 

Oslo was the devil 
He stole my page 
Turned it to the priest 
Who gave those tickets away 

So I walked that snow swept city in search of a light 
To pay for my next morsel, free my body from the night 
But I'd refuse the priest's advances 
Take a respectable citizens chances 
Into the arms of a woman by the way 
Cos shivering to me was no lesson 
It was a taste I was forgetting 
I'd still give my waistcoat away to that boy 

Olso was the devil 
He stole my page 
Sent me to the harbour 
To pay my way... 

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Well I can only blame myself
For not picking up that pen
And letting this page define itself!

Lyrics by Joseph Daniel Pogson