Blows & Unkind Words - 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

I can’t take another night watchin' grown men fight

To music made for teenage girls

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

To music made for teenage girls

Oh!

To music made for teenage girls