The Pot Kettle
The Rumjacks
Am
(início)
Am One smoky day in a darkened scullery C G Down by the river in a factory town Am Where bad things happen & the walls are drippn' C G Am And the ghosts are flittin' frae the cold hard ground Am A pot & kettle on the hob were settled C G A' hissin' their patter so bileous cruel Am An awfy matter o' clout & claterin' C G Am Battlin' wits in a hideous duel
Chorus
Am Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' C G Am 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Am Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' C G Am 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains'
Verse 2
Am "I've roasted a wealth of exotic things C G All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings Am Polished copper how I proudly shone C G Am Stealin the fire of the blazing sun" Am "Ye've boilt nae mair'n 'em old soup bones C G I've boilt the tea for them stately homes Am I were rattled like a drum each Hogmanay C G Am Then scrubbed tae the devil on the follwin' day"
Chorus
Am Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' C G Am 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Am Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' C G Am 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains' [Bridge] x 2 Am C G Am
Chorus
Am Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' C G Am 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Am Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' C G Am 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains'
Verse 3
Am "O kettle yer metal is a terrible hue C G Riddled wi' holes cannae hold yer brew Am Yer lids all crooked & yer sides bashed in C G Am It'll not be long afore ye see the bin" Am "Pot your not so bright as me C G A hags old cauldron is all you'd be Am You reek o' gruel & you're none too young C G Am Fit for to carry but the peels & dung"
Chorus 2
Am Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' C G Am 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Am Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're an old piss bucket' 'You're a dented can' C G Am 'But we're neither as black as that roasting pan.'
Chorus
Am Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' C G Am 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Am Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' C G Am 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains'
Bridge
Am C G Am x 2 [Chorus] x 5 Am Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' C G Am 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Am Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam C G Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream Am 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' C G Am 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains'
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