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The Rumjacks
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Spit In The Street
Oh I lie awake, I'm fit to break, And my head won't leave me alone, I've to make my way through one more day, Strippin' knuckle to the glistenin' bone, Oh it's a shit-fight! hell-right! down to the Boulevarde, Crackles in the blisterin' heat, Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers, And the men all spit in the street.
Oh I set out this mornin' in steel capped shoes, I paid a hard earned dollar for all the bad news, All to sell my soul to these ignorant mongrels, They can't stop me thinkin' of you. Oh, I shove aside the human tide, And I struggle just to keep control, Through the lines o cabs, the angry stabs, Of the traffic all split my skull, Where the railway cops lay into the drunks, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And the people never seem to see, And all the posh kids roll to the soul-less drivel, Of a pissy little MP3. I've been wearin' my dreams like tattered old jeans, All beer soaked & bloodied, the arse showin' through, And if I come home tonight without a knife in the neck, Whats left of me belongs to you. Follow me & we can drown together in a smoky little room, Help carry me by the light of the angry moon. A pocketful o' nails, the screechin' rails, Air thick enough to make ya choke, Five days o' grief for two relief, It doesn't ever seem enough, I know, I need my white-hot fix o' my teenage kicks, I gotta get back to me,
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