by The Rumjacks on album Gangs of New Holland

They in their black battalion go, Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill, Through the wind and the blistering snow, Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes, The twist of a g

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days, Where the sun rises through the pollution & sets her walls ablaze, Gimme somethin to help with the shakin' or to kill the roarin' pain, It'

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole, A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy', Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll, There the part

by The Rumjacks on album A Fistful O' Roses

Oh I've loved you from afar, I've borne you like a scar, Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito, But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart, Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all fo

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets, I'm tapin' up the windows & I'm burnin' all the sheets, Trouble, come walkin' through the door, Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets, I'm tapin' up the windows & I'm burnin' all the sheets, Trouble, come walkin' through the door, Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets, I'm tapin' up the windows & I'm burnin' all the sheets, Trouble, come walkin' through the door, Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless Japan Edition

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets, I'm tapin' up the windows & I'm burnin' all the sheets, Trouble, come walkin' through the door, Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets, I'm tapin' up the windows & I'm burnin' all the sheets, Trouble, come walkin' through the door, Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The Rumjacks on album Sleepin’ Rough

by The High Kings on album The High Kings

Of all the money that e'er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm I've ever done Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me th