Red Tate lies on the pavement
Helpless flat on his back
If his mother saw this sight
Tears would fill her eyes
Red Tate drinks Ripple.
Sometimes Thunderbird
Red wine dulls his nerves.
A bum
A tramp.
His mother’s second son.
1978
Red Tate lies on the pavement
Helpless flat on his back
If his mother saw this sight
Tears would fill her eyes
Red Tate drinks Ripple.
Sometimes Thunderbird
Red wine dulls his nerves.
A bum
A tramp.
His mother’s second son.
1978