Song | To The Victor The Spoils |
Artist | Kate Tempest |
Album | Everybody Down |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.16] | In Giuseppe’s |
[00:00.99] | The tablecloths *******ne with wear |
[00:02.65] | The chairs are threadbare |
[00:04.19] | But look happy to be sitting there |
[00:05.81] | Becky’s ca*******ng up |
[00:06.95] | It’s the end of her *******ft |
[00:08.30] | Her Uncle Ron’s at the counter |
[00:09.71] | Drinking a Gin Fizz |
[00:11.02] | It’s his place, he gave her the work |
[00:13.68] | He’s like a dad to her |
[00:15.16] | For better or worse |
[00:16.61] | For now, he stabs at a lemon rind with a toothpick |
[00:19.47] | ‘What’s the matter, Ron,’ Becky says |
[00:21.19] | ‘Are you sick?’ |
[00:22.41] | He shakes his head, says ‘Troubles I got…’ |
[00:25.63] | And she waits for more |
[00:26.51] | Focusing on a spot |
[00:28.06] | On the top of his head |
[00:29.37] | She ain’t noticed before |
[00:30.72] | But suddenly her Uncle Rags |
[00:32.08] | Comes strutting through the door |
[00:33.52] | Becky sees that this means business |
[00:36.57] | Some things she ain’t supposed to know |
[00:39.19] | Ron smiles at her with thin lips |
[00:42.33] | ‘Right,’ says Becky, ‘time I go.’ |
[00:43.69] | Blood is thicker than ignorance |
[00:47.34] | Blood is richer than oil |
[00:50.00] | But love is what’s truly significant |
[00:53.14] | To the victor the spoils |
[00:56.13] | To the kids who can toil |
[00:59.33] | To the kids who can work |
[01:01.99] | Know that nothing’s worth *******t ‘til it’s difficult |
[01:04.19] | And nothing don’t heal ‘til it hurts |
[01:07.59] | They call him Rags |
[01:08.23] | Why? |
[01:08.88] | ‘Cause he leaves bodies in tatters |
[01:10.18] | Not the type of man to be flattered |
[01:12.66] | Eyes like patches on a blood stained mattress |
[01:15.83] | Taps on the window and it shatters |
[01:18.43] | For now he sits down heavily |
[01:20.10] | His voice is soft |
[01:21.23] | ‘Some junior, Joey, trying to play boss |
[01:24.00] | Thought he could run a scam |
[01:25.56] | And now we lost about a key and a half |
[01:28.88] | Whatever, a small cost to find a snake in the grass |
[01:31.08] | And, yeah, Pico ain’t happy |
[01:32.54] | But, you know, well, the game plays on |
[01:35.89] | We think the kid’s called Harry |
[01:38.54] | But we might be wrong.’ |
[01:40.55] | ‘So we’re looking for him, yeah?’ |
[01:41.79] | ‘Well, we were but it all got hot |
[01:43.60] | You know, Pico’s inside |
[01:44.76] | Too much eyes, so we stopped |
[01:46.59] | Cut your losses |
[01:47.44] | But the bosses |
[01:48.10] | Would prefer some bodies |
[01:49.34] | I’m getting too old for that now |
[01:50.68] | I get my jollies |
[01:52.31] | Just sitting down fi*******ng |
[01:53.70] | Yeah, It’s good to have a hobby |
[01:55.06] | Keeps you on your toes |
[01:56.51] | When your knees are getting wobbly.’ |
[01:58.01] | ‘So after all that,’ |
[01:59.12] | Ron breathes out stale air |
[02:00.78] | ‘There’s no ******* panic?!’ |
[02:02.28] | Rags gets up. ‘Take care mate |
[02:04.33] | I got a date with a lady in Mayfair |
[02:06.08] | Put your knives away |
[02:07.86] | And let them stay there.’ |
[02:09.34] | Blood is thicker than ignorance |
[02:11.97] | Blood is richer than oil |
[02:14.41] | But love is what’s truly significant |
[02:17.11] | To the victor the spoils |
[02:20.58] | To the kids who can toil |
[02:23.45] | To the kids who can work |
[02:26.37] | Know that nothing’s worth *******t ‘til it’s difficult |
[02:28.49] | And nothing don’t heal ‘til it hurts |
[02:31.88] | If I found this guy Harry |
[02:33.07] | Maybe Pico would be pleased? |
[02:34.44] | Call my debts off |
[02:35.73] | And I could get up off my knees? |
[02:37.33] | Ron looks around at the café that he loves |
[02:40.10] | Thinks how good it would be |
[02:41.52] | If he could wash off all the blood |
[02:42.84] | All that money from them grubby men |
[02:44.64] | He’d start again |
[02:45.37] | And spruce it up |
[02:46.08] | Call it ‘Rebecca’s’ |
[02:46.93] | In nice clear letters |
[02:48.56] | He pushes his mop across the floor |
[02:51.07] | And then he shakes his head as he locks the door |
[02:53.99] | Best be happy with the way things are |
[02:57.02] | It’s not good to want for more |
[00:00.16] | In Giuseppe' s |
[00:00.99] | The tablecloths ne with wear |
[00:02.65] | The chairs are threadbare |
[00:04.19] | But look happy to be sitting there |
[00:05.81] | Becky' s ca ng up |
[00:06.95] | It' s the end of her ft |
[00:08.30] | Her Uncle Ron' s at the counter |
[00:09.71] | Drinking a Gin Fizz |
[00:11.02] | It' s his place, he gave her the work |
[00:13.68] | He' s like a dad to her |
[00:15.16] | For better or worse |
[00:16.61] | For now, he stabs at a lemon rind with a toothpick |
[00:19.47] | ' What' s the matter, Ron,' Becky says |
[00:21.19] | ' Are you sick?' |
[00:22.41] | He shakes his head, says ' Troubles I got' |
[00:25.63] | And she waits for more |
[00:26.51] | Focusing on a spot |
[00:28.06] | On the top of his head |
[00:29.37] | She ain' t noticed before |
[00:30.72] | But suddenly her Uncle Rags |
[00:32.08] | Comes strutting through the door |
[00:33.52] | Becky sees that this means business |
[00:36.57] | Some things she ain' t supposed to know |
[00:39.19] | Ron smiles at her with thin lips |
[00:42.33] | ' Right,' says Becky, ' time I go.' |
[00:43.69] | Blood is thicker than ignorance |
[00:47.34] | Blood is richer than oil |
[00:50.00] | But love is what' s truly significant |
[00:53.14] | To the victor the spoils |
[00:56.13] | To the kids who can toil |
[00:59.33] | To the kids who can work |
[01:01.99] | Know that nothing' s worth t ' til it' s difficult |
[01:04.19] | And nothing don' t heal ' til it hurts |
[01:07.59] | They call him Rags |
[01:08.23] | Why? |
[01:08.88] | ' Cause he leaves bodies in tatters |
[01:10.18] | Not the type of man to be flattered |
[01:12.66] | Eyes like patches on a blood stained mattress |
[01:15.83] | Taps on the window and it shatters |
[01:18.43] | For now he sits down heavily |
[01:20.10] | His voice is soft |
[01:21.23] | ' Some junior, Joey, trying to play boss |
[01:24.00] | Thought he could run a scam |
[01:25.56] | And now we lost about a key and a half |
[01:28.88] | Whatever, a small cost to find a snake in the grass |
[01:31.08] | And, yeah, Pico ain' t happy |
[01:32.54] | But, you know, well, the game plays on |
[01:35.89] | We think the kid' s called Harry |
[01:38.54] | But we might be wrong.' |
[01:40.55] | ' So we' re looking for him, yeah?' |
[01:41.79] | ' Well, we were but it all got hot |
[01:43.60] | You know, Pico' s inside |
[01:44.76] | Too much eyes, so we stopped |
[01:46.59] | Cut your losses |
[01:47.44] | But the bosses |
[01:48.10] | Would prefer some bodies |
[01:49.34] | I' m getting too old for that now |
[01:50.68] | I get my jollies |
[01:52.31] | Just sitting down fi ng |
[01:53.70] | Yeah, It' s good to have a hobby |
[01:55.06] | Keeps you on your toes |
[01:56.51] | When your knees are getting wobbly.' |
[01:58.01] | ' So after all that,' |
[01:59.12] | Ron breathes out stale air |
[02:00.78] | ' There' s no panic?!' |
[02:02.28] | Rags gets up. ' Take care mate |
[02:04.33] | I got a date with a lady in Mayfair |
[02:06.08] | Put your knives away |
[02:07.86] | And let them stay there.' |
[02:09.34] | Blood is thicker than ignorance |
[02:11.97] | Blood is richer than oil |
[02:14.41] | But love is what' s truly significant |
[02:17.11] | To the victor the spoils |
[02:20.58] | To the kids who can toil |
[02:23.45] | To the kids who can work |
[02:26.37] | Know that nothing' s worth t ' til it' s difficult |
[02:28.49] | And nothing don' t heal ' til it hurts |
[02:31.88] | If I found this guy Harry |
[02:33.07] | Maybe Pico would be pleased? |
[02:34.44] | Call my debts off |
[02:35.73] | And I could get up off my knees? |
[02:37.33] | Ron looks around at the cafe that he loves |
[02:40.10] | Thinks how good it would be |
[02:41.52] | If he could wash off all the blood |
[02:42.84] | All that money from them grubby men |
[02:44.64] | He' d start again |
[02:45.37] | And spruce it up |
[02:46.08] | Call it ' Rebecca' s' |
[02:46.93] | In nice clear letters |
[02:48.56] | He pushes his mop across the floor |
[02:51.07] | And then he shakes his head as he locks the door |
[02:53.99] | Best be happy with the way things are |
[02:57.02] | It' s not good to want for more |
[00:00.16] | In Giuseppe' s |
[00:00.99] | The tablecloths ne with wear |
[00:02.65] | The chairs are threadbare |
[00:04.19] | But look happy to be sitting there |
[00:05.81] | Becky' s ca ng up |
[00:06.95] | It' s the end of her ft |
[00:08.30] | Her Uncle Ron' s at the counter |
[00:09.71] | Drinking a Gin Fizz |
[00:11.02] | It' s his place, he gave her the work |
[00:13.68] | He' s like a dad to her |
[00:15.16] | For better or worse |
[00:16.61] | For now, he stabs at a lemon rind with a toothpick |
[00:19.47] | ' What' s the matter, Ron,' Becky says |
[00:21.19] | ' Are you sick?' |
[00:22.41] | He shakes his head, says ' Troubles I got' |
[00:25.63] | And she waits for more |
[00:26.51] | Focusing on a spot |
[00:28.06] | On the top of his head |
[00:29.37] | She ain' t noticed before |
[00:30.72] | But suddenly her Uncle Rags |
[00:32.08] | Comes strutting through the door |
[00:33.52] | Becky sees that this means business |
[00:36.57] | Some things she ain' t supposed to know |
[00:39.19] | Ron smiles at her with thin lips |
[00:42.33] | ' Right,' says Becky, ' time I go.' |
[00:43.69] | Blood is thicker than ignorance |
[00:47.34] | Blood is richer than oil |
[00:50.00] | But love is what' s truly significant |
[00:53.14] | To the victor the spoils |
[00:56.13] | To the kids who can toil |
[00:59.33] | To the kids who can work |
[01:01.99] | Know that nothing' s worth t ' til it' s difficult |
[01:04.19] | And nothing don' t heal ' til it hurts |
[01:07.59] | They call him Rags |
[01:08.23] | Why? |
[01:08.88] | ' Cause he leaves bodies in tatters |
[01:10.18] | Not the type of man to be flattered |
[01:12.66] | Eyes like patches on a blood stained mattress |
[01:15.83] | Taps on the window and it shatters |
[01:18.43] | For now he sits down heavily |
[01:20.10] | His voice is soft |
[01:21.23] | ' Some junior, Joey, trying to play boss |
[01:24.00] | Thought he could run a scam |
[01:25.56] | And now we lost about a key and a half |
[01:28.88] | Whatever, a small cost to find a snake in the grass |
[01:31.08] | And, yeah, Pico ain' t happy |
[01:32.54] | But, you know, well, the game plays on |
[01:35.89] | We think the kid' s called Harry |
[01:38.54] | But we might be wrong.' |
[01:40.55] | ' So we' re looking for him, yeah?' |
[01:41.79] | ' Well, we were but it all got hot |
[01:43.60] | You know, Pico' s inside |
[01:44.76] | Too much eyes, so we stopped |
[01:46.59] | Cut your losses |
[01:47.44] | But the bosses |
[01:48.10] | Would prefer some bodies |
[01:49.34] | I' m getting too old for that now |
[01:50.68] | I get my jollies |
[01:52.31] | Just sitting down fi ng |
[01:53.70] | Yeah, It' s good to have a hobby |
[01:55.06] | Keeps you on your toes |
[01:56.51] | When your knees are getting wobbly.' |
[01:58.01] | ' So after all that,' |
[01:59.12] | Ron breathes out stale air |
[02:00.78] | ' There' s no panic?!' |
[02:02.28] | Rags gets up. ' Take care mate |
[02:04.33] | I got a date with a lady in Mayfair |
[02:06.08] | Put your knives away |
[02:07.86] | And let them stay there.' |
[02:09.34] | Blood is thicker than ignorance |
[02:11.97] | Blood is richer than oil |
[02:14.41] | But love is what' s truly significant |
[02:17.11] | To the victor the spoils |
[02:20.58] | To the kids who can toil |
[02:23.45] | To the kids who can work |
[02:26.37] | Know that nothing' s worth t ' til it' s difficult |
[02:28.49] | And nothing don' t heal ' til it hurts |
[02:31.88] | If I found this guy Harry |
[02:33.07] | Maybe Pico would be pleased? |
[02:34.44] | Call my debts off |
[02:35.73] | And I could get up off my knees? |
[02:37.33] | Ron looks around at the café that he loves |
[02:40.10] | Thinks how good it would be |
[02:41.52] | If he could wash off all the blood |
[02:42.84] | All that money from them grubby men |
[02:44.64] | He' d start again |
[02:45.37] | And spruce it up |
[02:46.08] | Call it ' Rebecca' s' |
[02:46.93] | In nice clear letters |
[02:48.56] | He pushes his mop across the floor |
[02:51.07] | And then he shakes his head as he locks the door |
[02:53.99] | Best be happy with the way things are |
[02:57.02] | It' s not good to want for more |