Mclaughlins Rant - The Rumjacks

Well I’ve come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast

Ye great thick headit ape, I’ll stick yer chin right out yer arse

Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I’ve got nothin' left

Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o' Christ’ve flogged me half to death

Suck on this ye Succubus, your star’ll never rise

Ye’ve the smell o' death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes

I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine

Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your time

Bastards!

A shower o' pricks, the likes ye’ve never known

Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below

Oh as I set out on my way all naked and alone

Guard my back, guide me forth & bring me safely home

Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o' love & trust

And when I’m gone, the long & restful slumber of the just

They’ll ride ye to the gates o' Hell, drive ye to the brew

'til every penny’s splashin' off the wall against your shoe

Ye’ll get yer feed o' spurs & a few choice feckin' words

Then its back to picks & shovels, cause that’s all they’ll let ye do