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Something Rotten

from Something Rotten by GUMS! and Callum Baird

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I walk out the office every Friday night
Swearing I ain’t going back
I had a drink with the ghost of Scottish football
I met him at the dog track

I still miss old labour, and I lost my faith in the
Unions when the shipyards shut
And I was gonna take it easy tonight
But I’m already half-cut

I long for
Adventure
But this call centre
I’m working all weekend

I was somebody’s saviour
She was sure that I was heaven-sent
There’s only three things she’s sure of now
Death, taxes, and disappointment

And me, I know I can never change things
So I just let the pretty world spin by
I don’t need an excuse, not to watch the news
I was stoned on election night

All the bosses
All the misters
They whisper
Bitter nothings in my ear

Something’s rotten
In the state of Scotland
We talk like the top
But we walk like the bottom
And my cursing turns the air blue
So save me, won’t you?

We chapped on doors, got off the road for cars
Kicking the ball around the street
I watched them work my daddy to the bone
Said they’re never gonna get me

We walked out of that school yard
Swearing we were gonna do our best
Now we’ve been beaten up and around so much
That we don’t trust happiness

We don’t know
Where it all went wrong
But these sad songs
I’ll sing them before I die

Before our ghosts come back and haunt us
Before our children disappoint us
When they ain’t the smartest kids in school

We didn’t come last and we called it winning
There were no dead ends only dead beginnings
We cut our hair; we grew out of our jackets
Magic beans didn’t do what they said on the packet
We didn’t come last and we called it winning
There were no dead ends only dead beginnings
We cut our hair; we grew out of our jackets
Magic beans didn’t do what they said on the packet

I tried to touch the stars
But giving in
Never gets too hard

I saw the devil crash out in the dockyards
Drinking a bottle out a paper bag
He said, “History’s written by the victor, kid,”
“But don’t tell them that I told you that.”

So I’ll sing on the train with a carry-out
If I get the chance I’ll probably cheat
I’ll take my exact change onto the bus
Sit down in the backseat

I’ll kiss
The reddest
Ribbon
I’ll spit on the bluest corpse

Something’s rotten
In the state of Scotland
We talk like the top
But we walk like the bottom

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from Something Rotten, released April 7, 2014

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