The Rumjacks - Home Rule lyrics
[The Rumjacks - Home Rule lyrics]
She bore half a ton o' sons &
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 lumps o' brass
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds
She sings 'keep yer boys at home
By fires warm & bright
Let the generals look stupid when there's
No one there to fight
Let 'em sort it out among 'emselves
Or kill each other tryin'
So that better men than they
Are kept from dyin"
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds
The walls are all bruised with the damp
The curtains are drawn all 'round
There's great piles o' leaves
Paint flakes from the eaves
Where they've hung like her poor worried brow
"Oh where did you go to my lovely?
This house is no longer a home
It'll rot like a shell each
Day you're in hell
Oh why'd you go leave me alone?"
Their pictures hang crooked
No glass in the frame
They've been stuck back together though
They're never the same "Choked wi' pride
I'm buckled with shame!"
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses
We're rippin' out the roses
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds
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 lumps o' brass
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds
She sings 'keep yer boys at home
By fires warm & bright
Let the generals look stupid when there's
No one there to fight
Let 'em sort it out among 'emselves
Or kill each other tryin'
So that better men than they
Are kept from dyin"
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds
The walls are all bruised with the damp
The curtains are drawn all 'round
There's great piles o' leaves
Paint flakes from the eaves
Where they've hung like her poor worried brow
"Oh where did you go to my lovely?
This house is no longer a home
It'll rot like a shell each
Day you're in hell
Oh why'd you go leave me alone?"
Their pictures hang crooked
No glass in the frame
They've been stuck back together though
They're never the same "Choked wi' pride
I'm buckled with shame!"
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds
Home rule! (Keep 'em at home) rule
Put pressure where it bleeds
We're rippin' out the roses
We're rippin' out the roses
We're rippin' out the roses with the weeds