The Fighter, The Rube, The Asshole by The Falcon Lyrics

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Depressed and he sings about whiskey
Deranged and he’s covered in flies
The girls get their bindles delivered from boys on their bikes
And i don’t believe in anyone
And you’re not as hard as you say
You aren’t dying or soaking your soul
Boy, you don’t know shit about shame

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “The Fighter, The Rube, The Asshole”

  • Produced: Dan Tinkler
  • Recorded At: Atlas Studios
  • Release Date: March 18, 2016

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Depressed and he sings about whiskey
Deranged and he’s covered in flies
The girls get their bindles delivered from boys on their bikes
And i don’t believe in anyone
And you’re not as hard as you say
You aren’t dying or soaking your soul
Boy, you don’t know shit about shame

You are a beautiful man with guitar covered in glory and love
You’ve never shaken and barfed in your bed even once

I don’t believe you’re a fighter
I don’t believe you’re a rube
I don’t believe in nothing you’re trying to prove

I’m up here dying with headfulls of pills
Fingers of rubber a heartful of chills
Oh?

Somewhere something’s on fire and somewhere a boy’s ’bout to die
Somewhere down in a rathole, they’re praying to come up alive

But this is the part where the pretty ones laugh while they’re pretending to cry

So bang on your drum and raise up your arms to the only god you’ve ever known
But stay the fuck out of my alley. This is my home
You ain’t nothing but an asshole

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  • ℚ. What have the artists said about the song?

    According to an AV Club article from 2016, Brendan Kelly says:

    Every now and again, I’ll come across someone who steps onto a stage at a nice, large club, who looks around and acts bewildered. “Wow. This is real nice. We ain’t got nothing like this back home.” Never mind that this artist has perhaps played this very venue before. Never mind that this artist has sat on a tour bus on three continents and is in the top one percent of the most cultured, well traveled people on earth. False rubery is alive and well in rock and roll.

    Similarly, I’m tired of these goddamn songs about struggles with addiction and poverty, and fighting out of deep, dark impossible situations as written and sung by someone who has no experience with real addiction, no experience whatsoever with any poverty or darkness that wasn’t self imposed, gleefully celebrated and then turned off when it was time to do something else.

    At BEST, this shit is as disingenuous as it gets. I completely despise all this vulturish anthropological tourism for the sake of seeming genuine. So, presented here is “The Fighter, The Rube, The Asshole” to all the rich kids singing about being poor, all the fake hicks pretending to be lost in the big-time to seem more genuine and to the savvy cynics pretending to be addicts. Lick a dick, y’all.

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