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400 Miles Away The Rumjacks I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days Where the sun rises through the pollution and sets her walls ablaze Gimme somethin to help with the shakin' or to kill the roarin' pain It's Sober & Godless The Rumjacks I'd sing for you a song if i could carry a tune Or even put two words together for a start But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be A tin man without his famous heart I once sported language WKND (Flash New Breeks) The Rumjacks A raging tribute to the two most sacred days in any working week Sixteen straight shifts, bust a gut for bugger all 'Til the gaffer hits the bell and spits me outta hell Firin' curses at me bouncin' out Fields Of Fire Big Country Between a father and a son Between the city and the one Before the teacher and the test Before the journey and the rest The shining eye will never cry The beating heart will never die The house on fire 400 노윤하 need a fast car 어차피 ride a van all day out call me up 달라 그때랑 민석이 형 밟았어 pedal Go 9229 on a road Pay 들어오면 그냥 go 절대 안 돼 slowly 거리는 400km Run up 돈 벌어 개처럼 더 많이 필요해 Three pointer, ballin’ more than 400km away 500 Miles The Hooters If you miss the train I\'m on You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle 400 Miles From Darwin The Whitlams We pay to shed a sombre tear in the darkness together here One among the hundreds, crying for the millions And when the house lights break the trance Only then unclasp our hands Compose ourselves Roll Away Alone The Rumjacks Come pull up a stump with an angry young man I'll talk a lot o' pish until I can barely stand And I'll roll away alone, all alone Oh I'll roll away, live to fight another day Oh I'll roll away and I'll The Leaky Tub The Rumjacks icy cold And they'll fight like rotten gull's to pick yer cage On the arms o' villains who'll see yer kidneys sold They'll spare condition, sex nor age And I'll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue Home The Rumjacks Take me please I beg you, across the emerald sea I'm nearly dead from waiting for your hand to reach for me The day is near upon us, turning a bluish grey The air is getting warmer and it's time we hauled One Summers Day The Rumjacks and rioted 'til Sunday Toward the quay they went, spewed all o'er the pavement Torched the halls o' Parliament and smashed up all the stores The crusty invalids, the men, the women, the rusty lids All 400 Flowers Jace June Alright, hear me out You ever want to be the main character in your own movie? Murder Shanty The Rumjacks Relax, geez its only a tale of the passing of the seasons and the cycle of life if Nick Cave had written it youd be jerking off by now Here lie the bones o' my wayward love Have mercy on 'em God above Bar The Door Casey The Rumjacks Bar the door Casey, don't let me in My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again Bar the door Casey, mind the way well And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell We've fought scores of sailors for Blows & Unkind Words The Rumjacks Devil his work is complete We'll sing 'share the love' but we can't share the streets It's the kick in the arse it's the kiss on the cheek It's the blows and unkind words My conscience rings like a siller Dead To Me The Rumjacks were a villain o' high degree Wi a left eye made o' glass A wooden heel and a plate o' steel Mig welded tae his arse He'd carve a horn frae his Mammy's skull Tae sound his own salute And stick you with the 400 Degreez juvenile (Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez Verse 1: Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. Zielona Gora The Rumjacks A beautiful Polish town in Lubusz province, where Bacchus the Roman god of wine peers from every nook and crevice Hot as hell Zielona Gora crackling smile You thief o hearts where were you all the while The Jolly Executioner The Rumjacks It said his blade weighed half a tonne O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone With a whistle and thump yer dash were done And the axe cared not for who you were He kept a cell below the tower Where he signed Home Rule The Rumjacks She bore half a ton o' sons and had to bury all but one Who's locked away in prison for not takin' up his gun Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last Are a box of old white feathers some Them Fallen The Rumjacks be any one of us I know you exist, for years i have said so Though my arms couldnt hold you, my heart couldnt let go Are you somewhere out there tonight still singin to me Ive been tempted to skip to the A Fistful O' Roses The Rumjacks o This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits Screamin', Hoo rah Hurry the fuck t'blazes A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels Like a fistful o' half dead roses My Time Again The Rumjacks My Daddy he were just a boy when he walked outta school His Mammy said there'd soon be one more hungry mouth to fill He said 'the learnin' and the schoolin' wurnae bad for them that could Tho' I can read 'Eight Beers' Mcgee The Rumjacks em through your tears They say a man thats born to sing Can scare away his woes And banish all his anger and his pain But the screamin' jn my head Killed the singin' in my soul And i fear i'll never recall The Black Matilda The Rumjacks By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day A beguiling figure she blew my way and rattled me rovin' heart The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone That I 400 Years The Wailers 400 years (400 years, 400 years. Wo-o-o-o) And it's the same The same (wo-o-o-o) philosophy I've said it's four assyears; (400 years, 400 years. 400 Years Bob Marley 400 years (400 years, 400 years. Wo-o-o-o) And it's the same - The same (wo-o-o-o) philosophy I've said it's four hundred years; (400 years, 400 years. 400 Years Bob Marley & The Wailers 00 years (400 years, 400 years. Wo-o-o-o) And it's the same - The same (wo-o-o-o) philosophy I've said it's four hundred years; (400 years, 400 years. I Smell Trouble The Rumjacks I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets I'm tapin' up the windows and I'm burnin' all the sheets Trouble, come walkin' through the door Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged o'er the floor An Irish Pub Song The Rumjacks There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage