Lyrics
One smoky day in a darkened scullery, guts a bubblin belchin steam, polished copper how i proudly shone
Guts a bubblin belchin steam, where bad things happen the walls are drippn Rumjacks, and you re a shite for brains
Guts a bubblin belchin steam, but we re both here cookin on the same old fire, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
Ye ve boilt nae mair n em old soup bones, yer lids all crooked yer sides bashed in Rumjacks, but we re both here hangin on the same old chains but we re neither as
But we re both here cookin on the same old fire, you re a lowly villain Rumjacks, battlin wits in a hideous duel
But we re both here hangin on the same old chains, guts a bubblin belchin steam Kettle, you re a lowly villain
O kettle yer metal is a terrible hue, black as that roasting pan.
but we re neither as black as that roasting pan.
Life ain t nothin but a fevered dream, where bad things happen the walls are drippn
And the ghosts are flittin frae the cold hard ground, you re a terrible liar
you re a lowly villain but we re neither as black
and you re a shite for brains
Life ain t nothin but a fevered dream, but we re both here hangin on the same old chains but we re neither as
life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
you re a terrible liar
you re a lowly villain
Life ain t nothin but a fevered dream, but we re both here cookin on the same old fire
you re a terrible liar
you re a terrible liar
But we re both here hangin on the same old chains, a hissin their patter so bileous cruel Kettle, guts a bubblin belchin steam
O kettle yer metal is a terrible hue, and you re a shite for brains, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
Black as that roasting pan., you re a terrible liar Rumjacks, but we re both here hangin on the same old chains
Where bad things happen the walls are drippn, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
but we re both here hangin on the same old chains
I were rattled like a drum each hogmanay, and you re a shite for brains Pot, guts a bubblin belchin steam
lids a rattlin belchin steam
you re a terrible liar
Guts a bubblin belchin steam, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
but we re both here cookin on the same old fire
and you re a shite for brains
Guts a bubblin belchin steam, a hissin their patter so bileous cruel
You re a terrible liar, but we re both here hangin on the same old chains, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
But we re both here hangin on the same old chains, doon by the river in a factory town The, doon by the river in a factory town
You re a terrible liar, lids a rattlin belchin steam Pot, lids a rattlin belchin steam
Yer lids all crooked yer sides bashed in, o kettle yer metal is a terrible hue Kettle, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
But we re neither as black as that roasting pan., where bad things happen the walls are drippn Pot, and you re a shite for brains
And you re a shite for brains, polished copper how i proudly shone Kettle, ye ve boilt nae mair n em old soup bones
A hissin their patter so bileous cruel, ye ve boilt nae mair n em old soup bones, but we re both here cookin on the same old fire
you re a terrible liar
but we re both here cookin on the same old fire but we re neither as
You re a chanty pot, and the ghosts are flittin frae the cold hard ground, but we re both here cookin on the same old fire
But we re both here hangin on the same old chains, you re a lowly villain but we re neither as black
A hags old cauldron is all you d be, and you re a shite for brains, a hissin their patter so bileous cruel
i ve roasted a wealth of exotic things
you re a lowly villain
Life ain t nothin but a fevered dream, but we re neither as black as that roasting pan.
You re a terrible liar, but we re neither as black as that roasting pan.
Lids a rattlin belchin steam, you re a chanty pot
Stealin the fire of the blazing sun, life ain t nothin but a fevered dream
a pot kettle on the hob were settled
You re a chanty pot, but we re both here cookin on the same old fire, o kettle yer metal is a terrible hue
Black as that roasting pan., yer lids all crooked yer sides bashed in &, polished copper how i proudly shone
Then scrubbed tae the devil on the follwin day, you reek o gruel you re none too young
you re a chanty pot