Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home Rule, artist - The Rumjacks. Date of issue: 05.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Home Rule |
| She bore half a ton o' sons & had to bury all but one |
| Who’s locked away in prison for not takin' up his gun |
| Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last |
| Are a box of old white feathers some lumps o' brass |
| Home rule! |
| (Keep 'em at home) rule |
| Put pressure where it bleeds |
| We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds |
| She sings 'keep yer boys at home by fires warm & bright |
| Let the generals look stupid when there’s no one there to fight |
| Let 'em sort it out among 'emselves, or kill each other tryin' |
| So that better men than they are kept from dyin" |
| Home rule! |
| (Keep 'em at home) rule |
| Put pressure where it bleeds |
| We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds |
| The walls are all bruised with the damp |
| The curtains are drawn all 'round |
| There’s great piles o' leaves, paint flakes from the eaves |
| Where they’ve hung like her poor worried brow |
| «Oh where did you go to my lovely? |
| This house is no longer a home |
| It’ll rot like a shell each day you’re in hell |
| Oh why’d you go leave me alone?" |
| Their pictures hang crooked, no glass in the frame |
| They’ve been stuck back together though they’re never the same |
| «Choked wi' pride |
| I’m buckled with shame!» |
| Home rule! |
| (Keep 'em at home) rule |
| Put pressure where it bleeds |
| We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds |
| Home rule! |
| (Keep 'em at home) rule |
| Put pressure where it bleeds |
| We’re rippin' out the roses |
| We’re rippin' out the roses |
| We’re rippin' out the roses with the weeds |