Roundhouse Swing (Acoustic) Lyrics

I turn my back on the roundhouse swing, where the folks all laugh half as proud as sin

To know your past is to turn your map around

And all I have could be everything. Can any man with a chance in green come lay that path from an ancient, faded dream

It seems we're in some messy stage where all's insane, and all you'll make are late mistakes

Say you can't explain it, as they can't contain it

So you call them that, though you know their names. I heard those slaps, and they smacked of shame

All the pain he trapped had lashed like bastard rain

The roundhouse swing, where love gets cuffed to its upbringing.

It's enough to steer you back the years once veering onto primal fear.

As the roundhouse swing strings everything

Those paupers' mouths meet golden rings. So damp, so dole'd, so sly and scheming

Doomed, disowned, described as greedy.

Needing something

Mammy, feed me deceiving headlines reading

'Lads on attack by the Roundhouse Swing, and they're battery packed by their last few drinks'

So you call them that, though you know their names. I heard those slaps, as they smacked of shame

All the pain he trapped had lashed like bastard rain

And it's days like that which will stay the same. There's a blooded chap in an angel's lane

And that won't change as we play the blame game

So the show goes on as the hope prolongs all I know

Goes wrong, God, I know you so long.

The show goes on as the hope prolongs all I know

Goes wrong, God, I know you so long, so, so long, so, so long

And you call them that, though you know their names. I heard their slaps, and they smacked of shame

All the pain he trapped had lashed like bastard rain again

And it's days like that which will stay the same. There's a blooded chap in an angel's lane

And that won't change as we play the blame game

So damp, so dull, so sly and scheming.

Doomed, disowned, described as greedy

Needing something, mammy, feed me

Deceiving headlines reading:

'Lads on attack by the roundhouse swing and they're battery-packed by their last few drinks'