Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Man Down, artist - The Rumjacks.
Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Song language: English
Big Man Down |
They in their black battalion go |
Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill |
Through the wind and the blistering snow |
They in their black battalion go |
Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill |
Through the wind and the blistering snow |
Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes |
The twist of a grin, the whiskers on his chin |
Hide the teeth of a giant, broken, yellow and defiant |
His bones lay crossed, he’ll no be back |
He arrived in screaming pink, now he’ll leave in silent black |
Cheer up ye lousy cadgers, I’ll no be missed |
I’ve given ye all the day off work & leave to hit the piss |
So tart me up in finery & put me to the flame |
Don’t plant me in the ground tho' for fear I’ll grow again! |
I know each & every line on your chiselled ugly faces |
Every red & bloated inch from noses down to laces |
Your nervous ticks, your treats & tricks, your secrets & your lies |
Oh if you could only see yourself through these old hollow eyes |
You’d surely die! |
Oh its farewell for now my lovelies |
Goodbye to your taunts & your charms |
To stout hearted fellows with tunes for the burning |
To waltzing in sweet Lassies arms |
I’m off on the blood red rattler |
With these villainous slappers & clowns |
With the coughing, the wheezing, the farting & sneezing |
Malevolent ghosts & their hounds |
As a choking cloud he rose |
To suffocate the lamp, the air was growing damp |
Oily black the river flowed |
The plough-beasts went blind, fruit hung rotten on the vine |
The holy ones prepare a sacrificial virgin |
The need for sinners to repent was ne’er before so urgent |
The tired & lame are goners, strong men have soiled their breeks |
All the roads are cut & its been pissing down for weeks! |