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“Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t’ward me
come cease all yer rabble and row
all yer shrill empty laughter is slicin’ right through me
and there’s feck all so funny no never, no how
ye’d as well tell the Devil his work is complete
we’ll sing ‘share the love’ but we can’t share the streets
it’s the kick in the arse it’s the kiss on the cheek
it’s the blows and unkind words.

My conscience rings like a siller bell
and I can waltz like a dervish my dear
two boots full o’ gravel through your blazin’ hell
with a shit-smeared grin from ear to ear
some hearts are like lightning in a bottle
and others like a moth in a can
some hearts are a Dead Sea apple, a poison to God and man
I’m the sweetest bag o’ rats that you’ve ever seen
I look like trouble and I walk like a king
it’s my thing, why bawl when I can sing
of all the blows and unkind words?

You get around gob draggin’ on the ground
like lifes gone pissin’ in yer mince
were you bullied as a child? Abandoned to the wild?
And been blamin’ every fucker ever since?
We’re all born blind but we’re born with a spine
so get up and stop hatin’ all the world
keep callin’ out to me ‘cause its growin’ hard to see
through all the blows and unkind words.

Oh get back to yer corners ye filthy wee savages
no terror hast though for the brave
wi’ yer four letter words all at three second intervals
two clicks away from a frosty old grave
if ye’re spoilin’ tae rumble then piss off to war
and for all o’ yer trouble get hee-feckin’-haw
for we’re staunch, fit and proud and we’ll suffer no more
o’ yer blows and unkind words.

Let the putrid little shites while away their lonely nights
sayin’ all they wouldn’t dare by light of day
and if the church or the state can’t find a cure for all the hate
then I can’t find the need to vote or even pray
ding dang Daisy go ahead and call me crazy
but this shootin’ match could all be over soon
and the big fat dame with the foreign sounding name
is backstage firin’ up a tune.

Oh you’ve a penny, I’ve a pound
let’s get drunk and fuck around
we’ll barricade the door against the world
a kiss o’ life before you leave
‘cause it’s growin’ hard to breathe
through all the blows and unkind words.

You’ve a penny, I’ve a pound
let’s get drunk and fuck around
we’ll barricade the door against the world
I can’t take another night watchin’ grown men fight
to music made for teenage girls”.

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The Rumjacks, Blows & unkind words – 4:47
Album: Sober & Godless (2015)
Singolo: “Blows & unkind words” (2015)

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