A Fistful O' Roses
๐ต 1951 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:47 duration
๐ ID: 3080714
๐ Lyrics
Oh I've loved you from afar, I've borne you like a scar
Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito
But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart
Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me-o
This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits
Screamin', "Hoo-rah! Hurry the fuck t'blazes!"
A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels
Like a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
Oh, this boozer is a wreck, all up & down the deck
Like a tired old sinner off her game
Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth about her hips
Still the regulars all love her just the same
Where the mud-spat boots cut their way among the suits
And the Sally's come to rattle the can for Jesus
'Til they chain up all the doors & toss out all the whores
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
May all the Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet
And the high & mighty come to know your thunder
We could set the world ablaze, but these are early days
And there's still a hell of a road for us tae wander
And there's one here among us'll outlive the rest
Take a tipple to his foibles & his praises
'Til they strike him off the roll & chuck him doon a hole
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito
But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart
Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me-o
This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits
Screamin', "Hoo-rah! Hurry the fuck t'blazes!"
A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels
Like a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
Oh, this boozer is a wreck, all up & down the deck
Like a tired old sinner off her game
Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth about her hips
Still the regulars all love her just the same
Where the mud-spat boots cut their way among the suits
And the Sally's come to rattle the can for Jesus
'Til they chain up all the doors & toss out all the whores
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
May all the Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet
And the high & mighty come to know your thunder
We could set the world ablaze, but these are early days
And there's still a hell of a road for us tae wander
And there's one here among us'll outlive the rest
Take a tipple to his foibles & his praises
'Til they strike him off the roll & chuck him doon a hole
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
Every last tale there is to tell
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:37.55] Oh I've loved you from afar, I've borne you like a scar
[00:40.98] Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito
[00:44.00] But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart
[00:47.39] Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me-o
[00:50.89] This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits
[00:53.65] Screamin', "Hoo-rah! Hurry the fuck t'blazes!"
[00:57.14] A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels
[01:00.09] Like a fistful o' half dead roses
[01:03.24] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[01:06.61] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[01:09.80] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[01:13.06] Every last tale there is to tell
[01:34.82] Oh, this boozer is a wreck, all up & down the deck
[01:38.23] Like a tired old sinner off her game
[01:41.25] Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth about her hips
[01:44.39] Still the regulars all love her just the same
[01:47.64] Where the mud-spat boots cut their way among the suits
[01:51.19] And the Sally's come to rattle the can for Jesus
[01:54.05] 'Til they chain up all the doors & toss out all the whores
[01:57.44] Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
[02:00.30] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[02:03.89] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[02:06.95] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[02:10.04] Every last tale there is to tell
[02:16.37]
[03:05.51] May all the Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet
[03:07.74] And the high & mighty come to know your thunder
[03:11.07] We could set the world ablaze, but these are early days
[03:14.15] And there's still a hell of a road for us tae wander
[03:17.56] And there's one here among us'll outlive the rest
[03:20.41] Take a tipple to his foibles & his praises
[03:23.56] 'Til they strike him off the roll & chuck him doon a hole
[03:26.71] Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
[03:30.10] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[03:33.27] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[03:36.18] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[03:39.87] Every last tale there is to tell
[03:42.62] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[03:45.92] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[03:49.18] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[03:52.36] Every last tale there is to tell
[04:46.25]
[00:40.98] Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito
[00:44.00] But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart
[00:47.39] Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me-o
[00:50.89] This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits
[00:53.65] Screamin', "Hoo-rah! Hurry the fuck t'blazes!"
[00:57.14] A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels
[01:00.09] Like a fistful o' half dead roses
[01:03.24] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[01:06.61] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[01:09.80] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[01:13.06] Every last tale there is to tell
[01:34.82] Oh, this boozer is a wreck, all up & down the deck
[01:38.23] Like a tired old sinner off her game
[01:41.25] Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth about her hips
[01:44.39] Still the regulars all love her just the same
[01:47.64] Where the mud-spat boots cut their way among the suits
[01:51.19] And the Sally's come to rattle the can for Jesus
[01:54.05] 'Til they chain up all the doors & toss out all the whores
[01:57.44] Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
[02:00.30] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[02:03.89] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[02:06.95] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[02:10.04] Every last tale there is to tell
[02:16.37]
[03:05.51] May all the Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet
[03:07.74] And the high & mighty come to know your thunder
[03:11.07] We could set the world ablaze, but these are early days
[03:14.15] And there's still a hell of a road for us tae wander
[03:17.56] And there's one here among us'll outlive the rest
[03:20.41] Take a tipple to his foibles & his praises
[03:23.56] 'Til they strike him off the roll & chuck him doon a hole
[03:26.71] Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses
[03:30.10] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[03:33.27] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[03:36.18] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[03:39.87] Every last tale there is to tell
[03:42.62] And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again
[03:45.92] Let the taps blow again, sound away the knell
[03:49.18] Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave
[03:52.36] Every last tale there is to tell
[04:46.25]