Lyrics Mclaughlins Rant - The Rumjacks

Mclaughlins Rant

Well I’ve come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast
Ye great thick headit ape, I’ll stick yer chin right out yer arse
Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I’ve got nothin' left
Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o' Christ’ve flogged me half to death
Suck on this ye Succubus, your star’ll never rise
Ye’ve the smell o' death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes
I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine
Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your time
Bastards!
A shower o' pricks, the likes ye’ve never known
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below
Oh as I set out on my way all naked and alone
Guard my back, guide me forth & bring me safely home
Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o' love & trust
And when I’m gone, the long & restful slumber of the just
They’ll ride ye to the gates o' Hell, drive ye to the brew
'til every penny’s splashin' off the wall against your shoe
Ye’ll get yer feed o' spurs & a few choice feckin' words
Then its back to picks & shovels, cause that’s all they’ll let ye do