Переклад (по кліку) і текст пісні MCLAUGHLINS RANT - The Rumjacks

MCLAUGHLINS RANT - The Rumjacks

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Well I’ve come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast,

Ye great thick headit ape, I’ll stick yer chin right out yer arse,

Come lookin’ for your pound o’ flesh, but I’ve got nothin’ left,

Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o’ Christ’ve flogged me half to death.

Suck on this ye Succubus, your star’ll never rise,

Ye’ve the smell o’ death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes,

I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine,