To The Victor The Spoils Lyrics - Everybody Down - Kate Tempest

In Giuseppe's 

The tablecloths shine with wear 

The chairs are threadbare 

But look happy to be sitting there 

Becky's cashing up 

It's the end of her shift 

Her Uncle Ron's at the counter 

Drinking a Gin Fizz 

It's his place, he gave her the work 

He's like a dad to her 

For better or worse 

For now, he stabs at a lemon rind with a toothpick 

'What's the matter, Ron,' Becky says 

'Are you sick?' 

He shakes his head, says 'Troubles I got...' 

And she waits for more 

Focusing on a spot 

On the top of his head 

She ain't noticed before 

But suddenly her Uncle Rags 

Comes strutting through the door 

Becky sees that this means business 

Some things she ain't supposed to know 

Ron smiles at her with thin lips 

'Right,' says Becky, 'time I go.' 

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Blood is thicker than ignorance 

Blood is richer than oil 

But love is what's truly significant 

To the victor the spoils 

To the kids who can toil 

To the kids who can work 

Know that nothing's worth shit 'til it's difficult 

And nothing don't heal 'til it hurts 

They call him Rags 

Why? 

'Cause he leaves bodies in tatters 

Not the type of man to be flattered 

Eyes like patches on a blood stained mattress 

Taps on the window and it shatters 

For now he sits down heavily 

His voice is soft 

'Some junior, Joey, trying to play boss 

Thought he could run a scam 

And now we lost about a key and a half 

Whatever, a small cost to find a snake in the grass 

And, yeah, Pico ain't happy 

But, you know, well, the game plays on 

We think the kid's called Harry 

But we might be wrong.' 

'So we're looking for him, yeah?' 

'Well, we were but it all got hot 

You know, Pico's inside 

Too much eyes, so we stopped 

Cut your losses 

But the bosses 

Would prefer some bodies 

I'm getting too old for that now 

I get my jollies 

Just sitting down fishing 

Yeah, It's good to have a hobby 

Keeps you on your toes 

When your knees are getting wobbly.' 

'So after all that,' 

Ron breathes out stale air 

'There's no fucking panic?!' 

Rags gets up. 'Take care mate 

I got a date with a lady in Mayfair 

Put your knives away 

And let them stay there.' 

Blood is thicker than ignorance 

Blood is richer than oil 

But love is what's truly significant 

To the victor the spoils 

To the kids who can toil 

To the kids who can work 

Know that nothing's worth shit 'til it's difficult 

And nothing don't heal 'til it hurts 

If I found this guy Harry 

Maybe Pico would be pleased? 

Call my debts off 

And I could get up off my knees? 

Ron looks around at the café that he loves 

Thinks how good it would be 

If he could wash off all the blood 

All that money from them grubby men 

He'd start again 

And spruce it up 

Call it 'Rebecca's' 

In nice clear letters 

He pushes his mop across the floor 

And then he shakes his head as he locks the door 

Best be happy with the way things are 

It's not good to want for more