The Walkabouts

Fuck your fear

The Walkabouts


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