Wales will be my prison until my dying day

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

“But what about the rugby?” you say

“Exactly, you’ve made my point” I reply

“Posh bloke picks up a football in a school of the same name

now we’re all over the game like a rash, such a shame”

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

because they want us to speak Welsh and drive at 20 miles an hour

No wonder the llefrith/llaeth I drink leaves me feeling sour.

Church and Chapel hang heavy over our lives

The gossips make you feel that you’re living with a bunch of spies.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

You dare not be different or espouse a different way to be

They immediately assume if you are not married that you are LGBT

Politically there’s populists and the woke, there’s the Brits and the Cymry

I’d like to strangle all of them, make them all croak

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

We’re joyless and lifeless forever looking at our botwm bol

A referendum for this, a petition for that and a march for the other

The well paid politicians are wondering about us

“Why do they all bother?”

 

 Wales will be my prison until my dying day

The law of “Thou shalt not” and “Don’t you dare” still hold sway

When the lights go down on the disco floor

When the wedding guests are sitting on the drunk best man, the bore

The next generation will be consumated before they’ve closed the door.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

“Robert Page & Warren Gatland will show us how to play.

We don’t need no Bible or any religious book

as long as I can have a beer and a banter with the boys.

That is my best look.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

You can shove your 'Yma o Hyd' and your 'Gwlad Gwlad' up your arse

Nationalism based on a race of people is such a fucking farce

You’re only moaning cos the English defeated your ancestors way back when.

The fact they’ve got a second home in your back garden is just fucking zen.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

“Oh put a sock in it mun” I hear you say

It will be my prison

because I was born on St David’s Day.