Текст The Rumjacks – Fare Evader

Some cheek you’ve got to call this a city
The busted end of a long dusty road
I lost a lotta years here, a gutterbound pedestrian
Nailed to a mood as black as dirty coal

Painted on their faces, the rattle in their lungs
The poison in the guts o’ them is dripping off their tongues
A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way
The way it’s lookin’, it won’t I reckon be happening today

Fare evader on the 8.15
She reeks o’ menace, cheap perfume & nicotine
Sometimes she cries for no reason

A cough like a shotgun, says «I’m in love with no-one
I’m gettin’ my shit together y’know, I’m just havin’ a bad one,»
A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way
The way it’s lookin’, it won’t I reckon be happening today

There’s no jewels among the shit here can tempt me
No heart beats beneath your empty coat
I lost a lotta souls here to forces just unspeakable
And I can’t see beyond the end of my rope
But I’ll remember all you taught me

The violence of women, the cowardice of men
The courage o’ children who were lookin’ for a friend
A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way
The way it’s lookin’, it won’t I reckon be happening today