| Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t’ward me
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| Come cease all yer rabble & row
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| All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me
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| And there’s feck all so funny no never, no how
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| Ye’d as well tell the Devil his work is complete
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| We’ll sing ‘share the love' but we can’t share the streets
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| It’s the kick in the arse it’s the kiss on the cheek
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| It’s the blows & unkind words
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| My conscience rings like a siller bell & I can waltz like a dervish my dear
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| Two boots full o' gravel through your blazin' hell
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| With a shit-smeared grin from ear to ear
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| Some hearts are like lightning in a bottle, and others like a moth in a can
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| Some hearts are a Dead Sea apple, a poison to God & man
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| I’m the sweetest bag o' rats that you’ve ever seen
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| I look like trouble & I walk like a king
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| It’s my thing, why bawl when I can sing
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| Of all the blows & unkind words?
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| You get around gob draggin' on the ground like lifes gone pissin' in yer mince
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| Were you bullied as a child? |
| Abandoned to the wild?
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| And been blamin' every fucker ever since?
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| We’re all born blind but we’re born with a spine
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| So get up & stop hatin' all the world
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| Keep callin' out to me ‘cos its growin' hard to see
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| Through all the blows & unkind words
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| Oh get back to yer corners ye filthy wee savages
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| No terror hast though for the brave
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| Wi' yer four letter words all at three second intervals
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| Two clicks away from a frosty old grave
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| If ye’re spoilin' tae rumble then piss off to war
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| And for all o' yer trouble get hee-feckin'-haw
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| For we’re staunch, fit & proud and we’ll suffer no more
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| O' yer blows & unkind words
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| Let the putrid little shites while away their lonely nights
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| Sayin' all they wouldn’t dare by light of day
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| And if the church or the state can’t find a cure for all the hate
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| Then I can’t find the need to vote or even pray
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| Ding dang Daisy go ahead & call me crazy
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| But this shootin' match could all be over soon
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| And the big fat dame with the foreign sounding name
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| Is backstage firin' up a tune
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| Oh you’ve a penny, I’ve a pound, let’s get drunk & fuck around
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| We’ll barricade the door against the world
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| A kiss o' life before you leave, ‘cos its growin' hard to breathe
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| Through all the blows & unkind words
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| You’ve a penny, I’ve a pound, let’s get drunk & fuck around
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| We’ll barricade the door against the world
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| I can’t take another night watchin' grown men fight
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| To music made for teenage girls
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| I can’t take another night watchin' grown men fight
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| To music made for teenage girls
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| You’ve a penny, I’ve a pound, let’s get drunk & fuck around
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| We’ll barricade the door against the world
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| I can’t take another night watchin' grown men fight
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| To music made for teenage girls
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| To music made for teenage girls
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| Oh! |
| To music made for teenage girls |