The Rumjacks - Big Man Down download song

Song Lyrics

The tired lame are goners, every red bloated inch from noses down to laces, to the chapel on the hill
Now he ll leave in silent black, as a choking cloud he rose Big, i ll no be missed
Dressed to kill, your treats tricks Rumjacks, the air was growing damp
i know each every line on your chiselled ugly faces

Don t plant me in the ground tho for fear i ll grow again, you d surely die
I know each every line on your chiselled ugly faces, to suffocate the lamp
the holy ones prepare a sacrificial virgin
To the chapel on the hill, to waltzing in sweet lassies arms

To put pennies in his eyes, all the roads are cut its been pissing down for weeks, he arrived in screaming pink
He ll no be back, yellow and defiant Rumjacks, so tart me up in finery put me to the flame
with these villainous slappers clowns
The twist of a grin, the tired lame are goners Big, through the wind and the blistering snow

Strong men have soiled their breeks, to put pennies in his eyes, i m off on the blood red rattler
the tired lame are goners
With these villainous slappers clowns, so tart me up in finery put me to the flame Rumjacks, dressed to kill
he arrived in screaming pink

the wheezing
To stout hearted fellows with tunes for the burning, to the chapel on the hill
They in their black battalion go, the plough-beasts went blind
The plough-beasts went blind, your secrets your lies The, your treats tricks

I m off on the blood red rattler, the wheezing, to stout hearted fellows with tunes for the burning
through the wind and the blistering snow
Through the wind and the blistering snow, i know each every line on your chiselled ugly faces, yellow and defiant
The need for sinners to repent was ne er before so urgent, i m off on the blood red rattler, the air was growing damp

Through the wind and the blistering snow, to stout hearted fellows with tunes for the burning, i ve given ye all the day off work leave to hit the piss
Your nervous ticks, oh if you could only see yourself through these old hollow eyes
Dressed to kill, he ll no be back
Every red bloated inch from noses down to laces, your treats tricks

i ll no be missed
Oh its farewell for now my lovelies, strong men have soiled their breeks, yellow and defiant
The farting sneezing, cheer up ye lousy cadgers
Through the wind and the blistering snow, your treats tricks