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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' 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.' SongtexteBlood 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 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,' 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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania