Abney Park - The Rum Talking lyrics
[Abney Park - The Rum Talking lyrics]
Well I meant well
When I told him to go to hell
I can't say that I'm always right
That's what I said that night
The drinks seem to loosen my tongue
And everything he said unusually stung
So I told him to go to hell
I can't say that night ended well
He broke a bottle on the edge of the bar
Took off my jacket and deuced my cigar
After kicking stools out of the way
Well, all the rest was child's play
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
He pulled a Bowie knife from behind his back
So I spread my feet and prepared for attack
He ran across the room at top speed
That bastard wasn't gonna see me bleed
Took to the side and I stepped out my boots
Meant to topple that horrible brute
But, I slipped over and turned enraged
I want to see the night end in a cage
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
I grabbed that jackass
Threw him out on the street
But in an instant, he was back on his feet
He took his Bowie knife and slashed at my gut
That's when I noticed that his eyes were shut
Something behind me
'bout the size of a truck
Hit my assailant before me, thunderstruck
The road I was bounced to brought
All life from the bar
I guess this battle wouldn't get too far
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
Was it the rum talking?
Was it the rum talking?
When I told him to go to hell
I can't say that I'm always right
That's what I said that night
The drinks seem to loosen my tongue
And everything he said unusually stung
So I told him to go to hell
I can't say that night ended well
He broke a bottle on the edge of the bar
Took off my jacket and deuced my cigar
After kicking stools out of the way
Well, all the rest was child's play
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
He pulled a Bowie knife from behind his back
So I spread my feet and prepared for attack
He ran across the room at top speed
That bastard wasn't gonna see me bleed
Took to the side and I stepped out my boots
Meant to topple that horrible brute
But, I slipped over and turned enraged
I want to see the night end in a cage
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
I grabbed that jackass
Threw him out on the street
But in an instant, he was back on his feet
He took his Bowie knife and slashed at my gut
That's when I noticed that his eyes were shut
Something behind me
'bout the size of a truck
Hit my assailant before me, thunderstruck
The road I was bounced to brought
All life from the bar
I guess this battle wouldn't get too far
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
My face was red, my blood was hot
I wanted him dead, I wanted a lot
My face was red, my blood was hot
But was it the rum talking?
Was it the rum talking?
Was it the rum talking?