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The Rumjacks

McLaughlin's Rant

 

McLaughlin's Rant

(Album: Gangs Of New Holland - 2010)


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 looking for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothing left
Cause Christian Brothers and 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 and 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
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 and bring me safely home
Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o' love and trust
And when I'm gone, the long and restful slumber of the just

Bastards! A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never known
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below
Bastards! A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never known
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below

They'll ride ye to the gates o' Hell, drive ye to the brew
'Til every penny's splashing off the wall against your shoe
Ye'll get yer feed o' spurs and a few choice fecking words
Then its back to picks and shovels, cause that's all they'll let ye do

Bastards! A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never known
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below
Bastards! A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never known
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below
Bastards! A shower o' pricks

Down to Hell below

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