
Date of issue: 04.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Australian Broadcasting
Song language: English
A Fistful O' Roses |
Oh I’ve loved you from afar, I’ve borne you like a scar |
Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito |
But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart |
Now you’ve nary a jot o' bother at all for me-o |
This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits |
Screamin', «Hoo-rah! |
Hurry the fuck t’blazes!» |
A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o’er yer jewels |
Like a fistful o' half dead roses |
And we’re here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again |
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell |
Like a fistful o' roses, we’ll take 'em to the grave |
Every last tale there is to tell |
Oh, this boozer is a wreck, all up and down the deck |
Like a tired old sinner off her game |
Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth about her hips |
Still the regulars all love her just the same |
Where the mud-spat boots cut their way among the suits |
And the Sally’s come to rattle the can for Jesus |
'Til they chain up all the doors and toss out all the whores |
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses |
And we’re here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again |
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell |
Like a fistful o' roses, we’ll take 'em to the grave |
Every last tale there is to tell |
May all the Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet |
And the high and mighty come to know your thunder |
We could set the world ablaze, but these are early days |
And there’s still a hell of a road for us tae wander |
And there’s one here among us’ll outlive the rest |
Take a tipple to his foibles and his praises |
'Til they strike him off the roll and chuck him doon a hole |
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses |
And we’re here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again |
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell |
Like a fistful o' roses, we’ll take 'em to the grave |
Every last tale there is to tell |
And we’re here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again |
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell |
Like a fistful o' roses, we’ll take 'em to the grave |
Every last tale there is to tell |
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