Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blows & Unkind Words , by - The Rumjacks. Release date: 05.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blows & Unkind Words |
| 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 |