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

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

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

'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

I Smell Trouble Simon Kinny-Lewis

Got a feelin', got a feelin' so cold inside Got a feelin', got a feelin' so cold inside She comes home late at night and always wants to fight I smell trouble Got a feelin', every time you say goodbye

I Smell Trouble Ike & Tina Turner

The Lord knows I've tried To do what's right For five whole long years I stayed home Both day and night And I smell trouble I smell trouble ahead of me Yes, worries and trouble No they just won't

I Smell Trouble Buddy Guy

Lord knows I've tried To do what's right One whole year of staying home Both day and night 'Cause I smell a mean trouble Way over yonder you know I heard a mean, yeah Always in trouble people Lord they

Spit In The Street The Rumjacks

Oh I lie awake, I'm fit to break And my head won't leave me alone I've to make my way through one more day Strippin' knuckle to the glistenin' bone Oh it's a shit fight hell right down to the Boulevarde

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

Plenty The Rumjacks

Well I'm livin' with the mistakes I've made 'plenty more where I'm from' I'm robbin' peter so Paul gets paid 'plenty more where I'm from' I've strayed so far from the open road I've been places my shadow

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

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

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

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

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

Pinchgut The Rumjacks

If I buy you a drink will you leave me alone I'm a bug eyed young stranger 'round here I'll tell ye nowt ye don't already know And my brogues too thick for your ear See I landed this mornin' unwashed and

Oh Sergeant Where's Mine? The Rumjacks

I'm lyin' in bed, I'm in room twenty six Thinkin' on things that I've done Like drinkin' wi' squaddies and bullin' my boots I'm countin' the medals I've won These hospital wards are such drab lookin' joints

The Terrible Sea The Rumjacks

The wind howls mournful and low o'er the hole in his heart Left a note for his Mother to say he'd be joinin' his Da' He said The Devils all pissed 'cause I danced with his daughter I were born to be hung

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

No Pockets In A Shroud The Rumjacks

I'd bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss Tho they say the coin that can't be found's the coin that cant be lost If you'd spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold I'll regale

Them Fallen The Rumjacks

A big heart fallen on tough times, it could easily 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

Les Darcy The Rumjacks

A man quizzes his local priest with a view to securing his eternal soul Tell me Father whats the craic Is Jesus really coming back And if he does d'ye think he'll live here in the 'burbs Cos id like to

Barred For Life The Rumjacks

Nobby was a shit for brains Tho everybody loved him to his boots for all his pains Dirty racist pig was no friend o' mine I'm glad I won't be drinkin' there again Barred for Life I'm just a regular boy

The Reaper And Tam McCorty The Rumjacks

Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head Scrubbed his chops and dragged an oily bug rake through his hair And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin

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

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

Kathleen The Rumjacks

A tribute from the singer to his Mother and Father When he fell to his knee she thought He mustve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles

Fact'ry Jack The Rumjacks

Pearls of wisdom from a sparkly eyed old barfly Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery Luggin' them bottles and cans 'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs And Jackies two good hands So they killed

The Leaky Tub The Rumjacks

Oh this Amsterdam O' bawdy southern climes All awash in amber neon and sin 'll see yer guts for galluses, sixes for yer nine's The cruelest place that I have ever been Oh there's women here blow hot and

McAlpines Fusiliers The Rumjacks

As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints

Me Old Ball & Chain The Rumjacks

Right Hand me down that bottle of tequila from the shelf I'll have a beer to follow and all, here take one for yerself I've been off the piss for ten long years and I've a bloody thirst And I won't be

Uncle Tommy The Rumjacks

Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army Kitted him out for danger and ferried him o'er the sea He threw me o'er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty Telling me when I were older you'll be just

The Pot & Kettle The Rumjacks

An urban parable built around the famous saying 'pot calling the kettle black' One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen and the walls are drippn'

Green Ginger Wine The Rumjacks

Oh kiss me Maggie and take me home For I sure dinnae feel like dyin' alone Gawn geez a shot, chuck a doggie a bone Or a penny for me rattlin' can As sure as Christ it's a bitter pill But if you won't have

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

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

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

Big Man Down The Rumjacks

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 grin,

Patron Saint O' Thieves The Rumjacks

A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My babys growin

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

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

Home Rule The Rumjacks

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 lumps o' brass She sings 'keep yer boys at home by fires warm and bright Let the

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

City Escape The Dear Hunter

(The trouble began, but it never ended) Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!

Smell The Sixth Taste

the smell of hunnit bandz, smell of money, cash Ma nose works for it bae the smell of Loui V, smell of lamborghini Ma nose works for it bae I want smell of hunnit bandz smell of hunnit bandz smell of

Feels Like A Hammer Dangerous Toys

Didn't go to school and I Never been in a church Those Social workers got me pinned up as the worst I've always been a thief Crime is my game Sure, call the police They know my name Even tho' I'm trouble

Smell Dambuilders

She goes to bed She goes to bed with a smell Of another woman Of another man Ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho My nowhere heart Strained through years of one-hand worship Longs for Your naked body clothed My burned-out

Trouble The Chipmunks, The Chipettes

take me For a ride I\'m not a fool out So you better run and hide I\'m trouble Yeah trouble now I\'m trouble ya\'ll I got trouble in my town I\'m trouble Yeah trouble now I\'m trouble ya\'ll

Trouble Sharon Van Etten

All the trouble I got you in All the trouble I’ll get you in Uh huh All the stories that I can’t tell Watered down versions of my own hell, Uh huh I don’t want to lose your love against your will, Blow

Trouble JAY-Z

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same all the same I pray to god father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change gonna change I try to pretend that I'm different but in the