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Home Rule - The Rumjacks
Written by：The Rumjacks

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 dying
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