Abney Park

Things could be worse
I'm not a fretter
But then there's the curse
Things could be better!
My knuckles bruised
And my shoulder's cut
I stand accused
Chained in this hut
(Pay the piper)
(I want my money paid today)
Now my payment's due
I've kept my point of view
(Made a wrong step)
(Took a spill and he will pay)
I can smell the brew
And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew
My head is thick
With matted blood
A painful trick