The Rumjacks - Dead To Me lyrics

A 'good riddance' to poisonous folk

O Billy were a villain o' high degree
Wi a left eye made o' glass
A wooden heel & 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 rusty blade
He kept tucked in his
BootDon't talk about him, he's dead to me
He's dead to me, he's dead to me
Don't talk about him, he's dead to me
An' sure it is nae wonder
Don't talk about him, he's dead to me
He's dead to me, he's dead to me
Don't talk about him, he's dead to me
An' buried six feet under

Ella were a hoor o' the highest order
Gave it away for nowt
All whips & chains & shite for brains
An' a cheeky bas'urt mouth
She'd turn yer hide tae a rattlin drum
Tae beat her own tattoo
An' wipe you like a lump o' shite
That stuck to her pretty shoe

Don't talk about her she's dead to me