Purson – Mr Howard Lyrics

Too young, the courtesan from the photograph
You wicked man
How do you plead now, Mr Howard?
Now that your judgement days are here

Your sordid tale we'll tell
Nothing you can do till we meet in hell
How do you plead now, Mr Howard?
Now that your judgement days are here

Twenty-seven dusty years
Underneath the roof above my head, my head

In hell you are no one
Melting pearls on the bathroom floor
How do you plead now, Mr Howard?
Now that your judgement days are here
How do you plead now, Mr Howard?
Now that your judgement days are here, yeah