Paroles de la chanson To The Victor The Spoils par Kate Tempest
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Paroles de la chanson To The Victor The Spoils par Kate Tempest
In Giuseppe’s
The tablecloths shine with wear
The chairs are threadbare
But look happy to be sitting there
Becky’s cashing up
It’s the end of her shift
Her Uncle Ron’s at the counter
Drinking a Gin Fizz
It’s his place, he gave her the work
He’s like a dad to her
For better or worse
For now, he stabs at a lemon rind with a toothpick
‘What’s the matter, Ron,’ Becky says
‘Are you sick?’
He shakes his head, says ‘Troubles I got…’
The tablecloths shine with wear
The chairs are threadbare
But look happy to be sitting there
Becky’s cashing up
It’s the end of her shift
Her Uncle Ron’s at the counter
Drinking a Gin Fizz
It’s his place, he gave her the work
He’s like a dad to her
For better or worse
For now, he stabs at a lemon rind with a toothpick
‘What’s the matter, Ron,’ Becky says
‘Are you sick?’
He shakes his head, says ‘Troubles I got…’
And she waits for more
Focusing on a spot
On the top of his head
She ain’t noticed before
But suddenly her Uncle Rags
Comes strutting through the door
Becky sees that this means business
Some things she ain’t supposed to know
Ron smiles at her with thin lips
‘Right,’ says Becky, ‘time I go.’
Blood is thicker than ignorance
Blood is richer than oil
But love is what’s truly significant
To the victor the spoils
To the kids who can toil
To the kids who can work
Know that nothing’s worth shit ‘til it’s difficult
Focusing on a spot
On the top of his head
She ain’t noticed before
But suddenly her Uncle Rags
Comes strutting through the door
Becky sees that this means business
Some things she ain’t supposed to know
Ron smiles at her with thin lips
‘Right,’ says Becky, ‘time I go.’
Blood is thicker than ignorance
Blood is richer than oil
But love is what’s truly significant
To the victor the spoils
To the kids who can toil
To the kids who can work
Know that nothing’s worth shit ‘til it’s difficult
And nothing don’t heal ‘til it hurts
They call him Rags
Why?
‘Cause he leaves bodies in tatters
Not the type of man to be flattered
Eyes like patches on a blood stained mattress
Taps on the window and it shatters
For now he sits down heavily
His voice is soft
‘Some junior, Joey, trying to play boss
Thought he could run a scam
And now we lost about a key and a half
Whatever, a small cost to find a snake in the grass
And, yeah, Pico ain’t happy
But, you know, well, the game plays on
They call him Rags
Why?
‘Cause he leaves bodies in tatters
Not the type of man to be flattered
Eyes like patches on a blood stained mattress
Taps on the window and it shatters
For now he sits down heavily
His voice is soft
‘Some junior, Joey, trying to play boss
Thought he could run a scam
And now we lost about a key and a half
Whatever, a small cost to find a snake in the grass
And, yeah, Pico ain’t happy
But, you know, well, the game plays on
We think the kid’s called Harry
But we might be wrong.’
‘So we’re looking for him, yeah?’
‘Well, we were but it all got hot
You know, Pico’s inside
Too much eyes, so we stopped
Cut your losses
But the bosses
Would prefer some bodies
I’m getting too old for that now
I get my jollies
Just sitting down fishing
Yeah, It’s good to have a hobby
Keeps you on your toes
When your knees are getting wobbly.’
‘So after all that,’
But we might be wrong.’
‘So we’re looking for him, yeah?’
‘Well, we were but it all got hot
You know, Pico’s inside
Too much eyes, so we stopped
Cut your losses
But the bosses
Would prefer some bodies
I’m getting too old for that now
I get my jollies
Just sitting down fishing
Yeah, It’s good to have a hobby
Keeps you on your toes
When your knees are getting wobbly.’
‘So after all that,’
Ron breathes out stale air
‘There’s no fucking panic?!’
Rags gets up. ‘Take care mate
I got a date with a lady in Mayfair
Put your knives away
And let them stay there.’
Blood is thicker than ignorance
Blood is richer than oil
But love is what’s truly significant
To the victor the spoils
To the kids who can toil
To the kids who can work
Know that nothing’s worth shit ‘til it’s difficult
And nothing don’t heal ‘til it hurts
‘There’s no fucking panic?!’
Rags gets up. ‘Take care mate
I got a date with a lady in Mayfair
Put your knives away
And let them stay there.’
Blood is thicker than ignorance
Blood is richer than oil
But love is what’s truly significant
To the victor the spoils
To the kids who can toil
To the kids who can work
Know that nothing’s worth shit ‘til it’s difficult
And nothing don’t heal ‘til it hurts
If I found this guy Harry
Maybe Pico would be pleased?
Call my debts off
And I could get up off my knees?
Ron looks around at the café that he loves
Thinks how good it would be
If he could wash off all the blood
All that money from them grubby men
He’d start again
And spruce it up
Call it ‘Rebecca’s’
In nice clear letters
He pushes his mop across the floor
And then he shakes his head as he locks the door
Best be happy with the way things are
It’s not good to want for more
Maybe Pico would be pleased?
Call my debts off
And I could get up off my knees?
Ron looks around at the café that he loves
Thinks how good it would be
If he could wash off all the blood
All that money from them grubby men
He’d start again
And spruce it up
Call it ‘Rebecca’s’
In nice clear letters
He pushes his mop across the floor
And then he shakes his head as he locks the door
Best be happy with the way things are
It’s not good to want for more
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