TISM - Wuthering Tights

WUTHERING TIGHTS

The Brontes go wandering
Over the moor
The wind is blowing
Death's at their door
What about Peter?
Poor Peter
Dear Peter
What about Peter Moore?
(Chorus)
He's off to win the Brownlow!
He's off to win the Brownlow!

And she is dying
And Emily feels sore
But that's no excuse
To use him as a floor
So what about Peter?
Poor Peter
Dear Peter
What about Peter Moore?

(Chorus)

They're at it again
The two left out of four
Walking all over him
Thеre should be a law
Hey, what about Pеter?
Poor Peter
Dear Peter
What about Peter Moore?

(Chorus)
The lightning, it cackles
Over the bed
Where Charlotte is looking
At her sister's head
She'd like to walk up the moor
But Peter has fled
He's off to win the Brownlow
To win the Brownlow

(Chorus x2)
Best and fairest
Fairest and best