Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fighter, The Rube, The Asshole, artist - The Falcon. Album song Gather Up The Chaps, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 17.03.2016
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
The Fighter, The Rube, The Asshole |
| Depressed and he sings about whiskey |
| Deranged and he’s covered in flies |
| The girls get their bindles delivered from boys on their bikes |
| And i don’t believe in anyone |
| And you’re not as hard as you say |
| You aren’t dying or soaking your soul |
| Boy, you don’t know shit about shame |
| You are a beautiful man with guitar covered in glory and love |
| You’ve never shaken and barfed in your bed even once |
| I don’t believe you’re a fighter |
| I don’t believe you’re a rube |
| I don’t believe in nothing you’re trying to prove |
| I’m up here dying with headfulls of pills |
| Fingers of rubber a heartful of chills |
| Oh? |
| Somewhere something’s on fire and somewhere a boy’s 'bout to die |
| Somewhere down in a rathole, they’re praying to come up alive |
| But this is the part where the pretty ones laugh while they’re pretending to cry |
| So bang on your drum and raise up your arms to the only god you’ve ever known |
| But stay the fuck out of my alley. |
| This is my home |
| You ain’t nothing but an asshole |