Songtext zu 'Blows & Unkind Words' von The Rumjacks

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t’ward me
Come cease all yer rabble & 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 & unkind words

My conscience rings like a siller bell & 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 & man
I’m the sweetest bag o’ rats that you’ve ever seen
I look like trouble & I walk like a king
It’s my thing, why bawl when I can sing
Of all the blows & 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 & stop hatin’ all the world
Keep callin’ out to me ‘cos its growin’ hard to see
Through all the blows & 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 & proud and we’ll suffer no more
O’ yer blows & 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 & 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 & fuck around
We’ll barricade the door against the world
A kiss o’ life before you leave, ‘cos its growin’ hard to breathe
Through all the blows & unkind words

You’ve a penny, I’ve a pound, let’s get drunk & 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.