Everything that has been said about the pub "The Serpent's Head"
Is almost true like many stories are
A beacon of forgotten shores, the place was packed with drunks and whores.
They gathered to The Head from near and far
The owner was a man named Lear, he craved for some respect
but no-one listened to him when he spoke
The customers did laugh and sing, they scolded Lear, they called him King
but Lear he never seemed to get the joke
Lear aimed at noble things but missed as everyone was always pissed
So he summoned higher powers to the task
He spoke with the angel fair, the horned beast was also there
Terrified, he knew he had to ask
Soon prescious stones rained on the floor, Lear tossed them 'round like bones
The people gazed in awe but soon got bored
This didn’t please the angel fair, she cried to Lear in sheer despair
“I told you you should put them to the sword!”
An icy wind slammed down the door and smashed a window pane
It blew out all the candles, let in the driving rain
Spirits rose from empty glasses, drove some men insane
and howled a tune into the air, so beautiful and plain
of the heroes that were slain
along this dreary lane
Then thunder crashed, a lightning flashed and drove away the pain and then
A preacher walked in from the cold, with tales of glory, often told
Lear listened to him just to be polite
Then shivers ran upon his spine: some bloke’d turned water into wine
There was a way to deal with all this shite
Religion is the opium and Jesus is the man
Lear would serve the water from the tap
Respect was really such a bore, Lear expected love and more
As he would be among the blessed sap.