Life Of A Small Fry
The Men They Couldn't Hang Lyrics


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A wretched party stood and prayed
Under the lashing rain and thunder
The ropes fell through the handles, the coffin sloping under
The earth slipped through black fingers
At the graveside where she stooped
And an ill wind howling through her veil
For a man who served no good, he served no good
He never was an evil man, hard but fair, his mother said
A timid youth of ridicule, each schoolday made him quake with dread
In the showers and the rugby field, the bullies came to play
Most nights he'd weep and piss the bed
But he vowed they all would pay, they all would pay!
Like his father in the coldstream guards, he was soon in married quarters
Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters
She waits on him, the sweet young thing
Repenting at her leisure
Like a blinkered mount he charges on
How much longer is her tether
How how she laughed, while so lovingly she spurned him
For time had stole ungraciously all the dreams she'd been yearning
No joyous cries of children, is this marriage granite firm
It breaks his heart that seeds can't grow, from a bag of watered sperm
He joined the prison service, she broke the chains and left him
For the first time he was all alone, a demon's soul possessed him
An institute of misery, in a painful sea of darkness
And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless
An angry mob was breaking out from the chokey cells and 'D' wing
Tonight the hard lags call me tune, come the dawn, no birds will sing




No more raining down the stick, a violent end draws nigh
No hope, no tears, no mercy, for the life of this small fry!

Overall Meaning

The Men They Couldn't Hang's song "Life of a Small Fry" is a powerful and emotional song that tells the story of a man's life from birth to death. The opening verse describes a funeral where an unworthy man is being buried. Despite the rain and the thunder, people still came to pray for him. The coffin sloped under the weight of his sins as the earth slipped through black fingers. The mourners, especially the woman at the graveside, were aware of his shortcomings, however, they were still compelled to come together to pray for his soul.


The following verses explore the life of this man, his struggles, and unfortunate choices. He was a timid youth who was bullied in school. He found solace in the military but had no time for his family. He was married, but his marriage was loveless, and he was left alone when his wife left him. This loneliness led him to take up a job in the prison service, where he became increasingly cruel and heartless. The song ends with a dramatic description of the man's violent end, where he is killed by the inmates he once controlled.


The lyrics of "Life of a Small Fry" are evocative and powerful, capturing the essence of the man's life and the emotions of those close to him. The song is driven by a sense of tragedy and regret, as well as anger and condemnation for the man's actions. It uses vivid imagery and metaphors to convey the story, painting a picture that is both bleak and beautiful.


Line by Line Meaning

A wretched party stood and prayed
A sad group of people gathered to pray


Under the lashing rain and thunder
In the midst of a storm


The ropes fell through the handles, the coffin sloping under
The ropes holding the coffin broke and it started to tilt


The earth slipped through black fingers
The dirt fell from the hands of someone who was burying someone else


At the graveside where she stooped
Where a woman was bent over a grave


And an ill wind howling through her veil
The sound of wind blowing through her clothing


For a man who served no good, he served no good
A person who did not do good things


He never was an evil man, hard but fair, his mother said
According to his mother, he was tough but just


A timid youth of ridicule, each schoolday made him quake with dread
As a young person, he was made fun of and afraid every day


In the showers and the rugby field, the bullies came to play
He was bullied in various settings


Most nights he'd weep and piss the bed
He would cry and wet the bed frequently


But he vowed they all would pay, they all would pay!
He made a promise that he would make them pay for their actions


Like his father in the coldstream guards, he was soon in married quarters
He followed in his father's footsteps and became a member of the military


Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters
He advanced his position through flattery and did not want children


She waits on him, the sweet young thing
A young woman who waited for him


Repenting at her leisure
She felt regret when she had free time


Like a blinkered mount he charges on
He moved forward without considering other options


How much longer is her tether
How much more can she handle before she reaches her limit


How she laughed, while so lovingly she spurned him
She rejected his advances in a cruel way


For time had stole ungraciously all the dreams she'd been yearning
Her dreams were taken away from her by the passage of time


No joyous cries of children, is this marriage granite firm
Their marriage was not strong because they did not have any children


It breaks his heart that seeds can't grow, from a bag of watered sperm
He is sad that they cannot have children


He joined the prison service, she broke the chains and left him
He took a job in the prison system while she broke free from their relationship


For the first time he was all alone, a demon's soul possessed him
He was alone for the first time in a long time and his mood turned dark


An institute of misery, in a painful sea of darkness
The prison where he worked was full of unhappiness and darkness


And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless
His mind became dark and unfeeling


An angry mob was breaking out from the chokey cells and 'D' wing
Prisoners were rioting and trying to escape


Tonight the hard lags call me tune, come the dawn, no birds will sing
He was in control of the prisoners for the night and it would not end well


No more raining down the stick, a violent end draws nigh
He would not use his baton anymore and the situation was going to become violent


No hope, no tears, no mercy, for the life of this small fry!
This minor and insignificant person was not deserving of compassion or help




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