The Rascal King — текст песни (Mighty Mighty Bosstones)

Well he was fueled by a lack
Drew inspiration from a need
So many problems to crack
And mouths to feed
Crooked was the path
And brazen was the walk
A cocky swagger, up the ladder
And could he ever talk
The last hurrah?
Nah! I`d do it again
The Rascal King behind the bars
Or the one in front of them
The love of God
And constant contradictions
With just a smile, wink or nod
What`s stranger fact or fiction?
And never ceasing to amaze
On a regular basis
First hand into his pocket
Or first fist into the faces
The last hurrah?
Nah! I`d do it again
The Rascal King behind the bars
Or the one in front of them
A legendary character
When?
Only then Where?
Only there
A hero or a hooligan?
Well, that part`s never clear
Pride or shame, it`s all the same
Who`s innocent or who`s to blame?
Politics or just a game?
Well in the end they knew his name
The last hurrah? Nah! I`d do it again
The Rascal King behind the bars
Or the one in front of them