The Rum Talking - Abney Park

Well I meant well

When I told him to go to hell

I can’t say that I’m always right

That’s what I said that night

The drinks seem to loosen my tongue

And everything I said unusually stung

So I told him to go to hell

I can’t say that night ended well

He broke a bottle on the edge of the bar

Took off my jacket and deuced my cigar

After kicking stools out of the way

Well, all the rest was child’s play

My face was red, my blood was hot

I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot

My face was red, my blood was hot

But was it the rum talking?

He pulled a Bowie knife from behind his back

So I spread my feet and prepared for attack

He ran across the room at top speed

That bastard wasn’t gonna see me bleed

Took to the side and I stepped out my boots

Meant to topple that horrible brute

But I slipped over and turned enraged

I want to see the night end in a cage

My face was red, my blood was hot

I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot

My face was red, my blood was hot

But was it the rum talking?

I grabbed that jackass, threw him out on the street

But in an instant, he was back on his feet

He took his Bowie knife and slashed at my gut

That’s when I noticed that his eyes were shut

Something behind me, 'bout the size of a truck

Hit my assailant before me, thunderstruck

The road I was bounced to brought all life from the bar

I guess this battle wouldn’t get too far

My face was red, my blood was hot

I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot

My face was red, my blood was hot

But was it the rum talking?

My face was red, my blood was hot

I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot

My face was red, my blood was hot

But was it the rum talking?

Was it the rum talking?

Was it the rum talking?