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The Rumjacks

Home Rule

 

Home Rule

(album: Sober & Godless - 2015)


She bore half a ton o' sons and had to bury all but one
Who's locked away in prison for not taking up his gun
Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last
Are a box of old white feathers and some lumps o' brass

Home rule
Keep 'em at home rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're ripping out the roses with the weeds

She sings keep yer boys at home by fires warm and bright
Let the generals look stupid when there's no one there to fight
Let 'em sort it out among 'emselves, or kill each other trying
So that better men than they are kept from dying

Home rule
Keep 'em at home rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're ripping out the roses with the weeds

The walls are all bruised with the damp
The curtains are drawn all 'round
There's great piles o' leaves, paint flakes from the eaves
Where they've hung like her poor worried brow

"Oh where did you go to, my lovely?
This house is no longer a home
It'll rot like a shell each day you're in hell
Oh why'd you go leave me alone?"

Their pictures hang crooked, and no glass in the frame
They've been stuck back together though they're never the same
"Choked wi' pride, I'm buckled with shame!"

Home rule
Keep 'em at home rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're ripping out the roses with the weeds

Home rule
Keep 'em at home rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're ripping out the roses
We're ripping out the roses
We're ripping out the roses with the weeds

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