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The Rumjacks

WKND (Flash New Breeks)

 

WKND (Flash New Breeks)

(álbum: Sleepin' Rough - 2016)


Sixteen straight shifts, bust a gut for bugger-all
'Til the gaffer hits the bell and spits me outta hell
Firing curses at me bouncing out the door
Smoke 'em up, slam the pedal to the floor
Or the monkey on me back'll chip away until I crack
And I forget what all me words are really for
The lollipop girls with their t'ick Irish brogue
Are telling me to take it slow
Oh, they should better know

Oh me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
I've a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
I'll find a good woman and some self respect
And I'll be fucked if I don't lose 'em all by Monday

All the good folk are safe indoors
With their chicken and their wine
God bless em all the swine
All born under gentler stars
I've a date with a dozen dirty jars
Like a tomcat on the tiles
I'll go roving out for miles
To where they punish all them second hand guitars
Where them old sniffer dogs
And the neckless fecking trogs
And them honeyskins will never think to roam
Oh, you'll find me at home

With me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
I've a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
I'll find a good woman and some self respect
And I'll be fucked if I don't lose 'em all by Monday

As Sunday bloody Sunday comes and goes
With a jagged dusty start
And a stutter in me heart
Still enshrouded in me Saturday clothes
When it's back into the bevvy's I suppose
Before the Monday blues
Catch me dying in me shoes
Still dreaming of that kiss from a rose
And a voice in me heart
And the sickness in me gut
Are all tellin me to take it slow
Oh, like they'll ever know

Oh me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
I've a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
I'll find a good woman and some self respect
And I'll be fucked if I don't lose 'em all by Monday

Oh me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
I've a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
I'll find a good woman and some self respect
And I'll be fucked if I don't lose 'em all by Monday
I'll find a good woman and some self respect
And I'll be fucked if I don't lose 'em all by
If I don't lose 'em all by
If I don't lose 'em all by Monday

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