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Attagirls!
03:00
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I will not toss my wedding ring into a melting pot
I will not raise three children in one room
I refuse to be grateful for all that I’ve got
Cos I’ve got a spitfire in me and sykes knife in my heart
Go down kicking and screaming
Your ears covered and bleeding
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Go down fucking and fighting
Can’t you see, man I’m working?
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
I’ve been tuning up this griffin that’s been cursing back at me
It’s been snarling like dogs fighting for a bone
But the balloons above Southampton were a target for to see
‘Til the props were taking over
We were high above the sea
Go down kicking and screaming
Your ears covered and bleeding
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Go down fucking and fighting
Can’t you see, man I’m working?
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
I did not drink straight whisky ‘til the Krauts invaded France
I did not walk myself home alone
I did not show grown men how to hold me as we danced
Spit when I turn my head to the side
Now this is a romance – hey!
Go down kicking and screaming
Your ears covered and bleeding
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Go down fucking and fighting
Can’t you see, man I’m working?
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
A few more fresh pressed trouser legs
Now the boys are in Berlin
Run ragged, run screaming
Now my papers handed in
If I’m back at a stove top, hell will freeze that day
Because I’ve heard it hath no fury
Like a woman underpaid – hey!
Go down kicking and screaming
Your ears covered and bleeding
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Go down fucking and fighting
Can’t you see, man I’m working?
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
Attagirls, attagirls, attagirls!
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2. |
Housekeeper Card
03:16
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She appears in rare readings
And only to young women
And only in times of crisis
New truths shuffled into focus
I dealt her from the deck
Two times that same week
A woman with blood on her wedding gown
And a knife between her teeth
I said, Ladies, meet the Housekeeper card
Now, she can be your downfall
Or she can be your start
And she only wants the best for you
Like she never got for herself
She sees you at the bottom and she’s coming down to help
Tuesday’s girl was easy
She had a cut still on her forearm
I asked her if he knew she’d come
As I placed the card into her palm
And she wouldn’t look me in the eye
When she said she could breath
When he held her down – when he covered her mouth
She said: I heard you help girls like me
I said: Lady, meet the Housekeeper card
Now, she can be your downfall
Or she can be your start
And she only wants the best for you
Like she never got for herself
She sees you at the bottom and she’s coming down to help
Marguerite had broken teeth but her husband never strayed
He said he only had eyes for her, and with his fists he kept it that way
She said: I know he loves me! He cries when he sees me hurt
But I won’t let the kids see this
And I can’t afford the dental work
So swab his cheeks while he’s been sleeping
Collect up any food he’s eating
Distract him while he’s shaving just to get a drop of blood
And I’ll take these when the moon if full
With a softwood fire and a stray dog’s skull
And wait for her to rise up from the mud
Oh here she comes!
Oh here she comes!
Oh here she comes!
Ladies: meet the Housekeeper card
Now, she can be your downfall
Or she can be your start
And she only wants the best for you
Like she never got for herself
She sees you at the bottom and she’s coming down to help
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A Cell Of Her Own
02:46
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When we took over the city
We tried to tell everyone not to be scared
And spare me your pity
If you’re gonna shoot me just shoot me, I swear
No I’m not from here
No I can’t read what my name is printed on
No I’m not like you
No I’m not some girl inspired by loss
The second I open my mouth is the moment my cover is blown
Profound this, account this, and pointing he said:
Give the Countess a cell of her own
And Connolly reminds me
I came to our first meeting with a crown on my head
And I want to be near him
But Connolly’s shot and now Connolly’s dead
No I’m not his lover
No I don’t know the town he was born
But he was my brother
And our parents were country and love of the cause
The second I open my mouth is the moment my cover is blown
Profound this, account this, and pointing he said
Give the Countess a cell of her own
She told me her name so
And I could have sworn she was pulling my leg
But she spoke it with gusto
Asked politely if she could collect her dead
And I know she’s not from here
And I know she’s got something tucked into her belt
But I’ve heard of her father
And I see the resemblance and I’m screaming for help
The second I stand up to fight, the blood rushes out of my side
Profound this, account this, the Countess is shot
But two British officers died!
And Maude wraps her arms around me and says
“Love, we must go on”
I feel less alone when she is near
But remember that Maude is Maude Gonne
No I’m not over it
I’m not as English as I seem
Just let me be one of you
I left my heart on Stephen’s Green
The second I cast my vote is the moment i know it’s all over
Profound this, account this, the Countess in government
But somebody ask where her friends went
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Rosalie missed chapel on the morning of the twelfth
And Sister Mary Thomas
Swore she’d give her hell
If that ever happened, we’re not really sure
Mary Thomas’s ruler stayed underneath the board
Sister Jude smoke cigars and she carried a pocket knife
We heard she did trapeze
And while falling she found Christ
She said: Girls, whether or not you’re called to God,
Whatever you do, give it everything you’ve got
And I don’t know how it started
Or when it will be done
But each time we get together we scream
God bless the Gumley nuns
And I don’t know if they’ll hear us
But from the top-top of our lungs
Each time we get together we scream
God bless the Gumley nuns
Sister Bernadette kept gin
In a small flask at her hip
And Marguerite she stole it, and we each had a sip
Bernadette she caught us
I tried to hide it in my dress
She said: girls, if you get curious
I keep the good stuff in my desk
Sister Anne was an Arsenal fan
Her rosary was red and white
When Michael Thomas scored she said
That’s when she saw the light
She said: girls, when it comes time to choose your lot
Whatever you do,
Give it everything you’ve got
And I don’t know how it started
Or when it will be done
But each time we get together we scream
God bless the Gumley nuns
And I don’t know if they’ll hear us
But from the top-top of our lungs
Each time we get together we scream
God bless the Gumley nuns
So girls let’s raise our pints up
Let’s sink another one
It’s so damn good to see you and sing
God bless the Gumley nuns
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