 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Them Fallen , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мира
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Them Fallen , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 04.08.2016
Record label: Australian Broadcasting
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Them Fallen , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мира
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Them Fallen , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мира| 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 | 
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