The Vagrants' Song
We've crossed some paths and then some more
And the soles of our boots are all worn through
There's scraps in our beards, too much wax in our ears
And the feel of a fire is long overdue
We've picked some fights and then some more
And the blood from our cuts has all long dried
There's a need in our hearts and it's where it all starts
When you're new into town and he calls you outside
And when you feel the first fist land, it's some celebration
When you feel the bone on your hand, you risk the temptation
To turn the lights out there and then but you just can't do it
Cos you're aching hard to punch him again...
We've had some times and we've been sore
And the grime in our nails is a tattooed brand,
We live in the ditches like we did over there,
You'll forgive us our manners if they don't meet your demands.
And when you feel the first fist land, it's some celebration
When you feel the bone on your hand, you risk the temptation
To turn the lights out there and then but you just can't do it
Cos you're aching hard to punch him again...
You don't fight like us... you don't dream like us... you don't sleep like us...
We've seen some sights that are best not seen
And we've plundered our hearts for the last human drop
We came back to this land to be shunted and shunned
And treated like fools because the killing had stopped.
And when you feel the first fist land, it's some celebration
When you feel the bone on your hand, you risk the temptation
To turn the lights out there and then but you just can't do it
Cos you're aching hard to punch him again...
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