Lyrics The Walkabouts

The Walkabouts

Fuck Your Fear

A rumble in my bones

A cold sting on my lips

The reckoning is almost here

Fuck your fear

New gravediggers born each day

Diggin' holes right where you lay

The reckoning is almost here

Fuck your fear

This don't seem like the end

It seems more like a bad beginning

Don't hesitate

Fuck your fear

Weakness coughs, then ricochets

Our boredom bleeds us wide awake

The reckoning is in the air

Fuck your fear

Dead folksingers lie in state

Acolytes scrape off their plates

The message falls onto deaf ears