Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Them Fallen, artist - The Rumjacks. Album song Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 04.08.2016
Record label: Australian Broadcasting
Song language: English
Them Fallen |
I know you exist, for years I have said so |
Though my arms couldn’t hold you, my heart couldn’t let go |
Are you somewhere out there tonight still singin' to me? |
I’ve been tempted to skip to the edge of the story |
Uncover whatever this lifes keepin' for me |
But I know in my heart that I’d yearn all the years in between |
Oh are you somewhere out there tonight still singin to me? |
And if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave |
But the bones o' them fallen make poor company |
Until you’ve pissed all yer Fridays away |
Three blasts on her whistle to tell me she’s leavin me |
Onto her next port of call |
Now her portarait will hang like the rest down 'The Fortune of War' |
And she knows I can’t sleep with no roof there above me |
No matter how bitterly cold |
Me old patch by the steps to the harbour’ll do me no harm |
No never so long as I’ve courage & strength in me arm |
And if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave |
But the bones o' them fallen make poor company |
Until you’ve pissed all yer Fridays away |
And if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave |
But the bones o' them fallen make poor company |
Until you’ve pissed all yer Fridays away |
I still see their faces, the names though escape me |
Some whisper greetin’s & some o' them hate me |
They’ve murdered this city I love & silenced her call |
And it’s them who would say it was better to love |
They don’t sound like they’ve lost much at all |
Oh, and you pray for my soul? |
I’ve no Gods & no masters above me & no further to fall |
And if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave |
But the bones o' them fallen make poor company |
Until you’ve pissed all yer Fridays away |