Fare Evader - The Rumjacks

Some cheek you’ve got to call this a city

The busted end of a long dusty road

I lost a lotta years here, a gutterbound pedestrian

Nailed to a mood as black as dirty coal

And I’m sick of the death they’ve

Painted on their faces, the rattle in their lungs

The poison in the guts o' them is dripping off their tongues

A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way

The way it’s lookin', it won’t I reckon be happening today

Fare evader on the 8.15

She reeks o' menace, cheap perfume &nicotine

Sometimes she cries for no reason

A cough like a shotgun, says «I'm in love with no-one

I’m gettin' my shit together y’know, I’m just havin' a bad one,»

A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way

The way it’s lookin', it won’t I reckon be happening today

There’s no jewels among the shit here can tempt me

No heart beats beneath your empty coat

I lost a lotta souls here to forces just unspeakable

And I can’t see beyond the end of my rope

But I’ll remember all you taught me

The violence of women, the cowardice of men

The courage o' children who were lookin' for a friend

A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way

The way it’s lookin', it won’t I reckon be happening today