Breakers Songtext
von Max Raptor

Rub sticks, rub sticks for a living
Rough hands, jobs lost, we′ll deliver
Three selves to the wind then we'll shiver
We are waiting

Now, I just can′t pull you out
Attorneys staring blankly inside out
Called up, we're simply losing sight
The kind of thing that keeps you up at night

But we're all getting bored and have fallen into the well
Tossed down as we sit in the dark
And a coin tossed down for the good of our health

Rub sticks, rub sticks for a living
Rough hands, jobs lost, we′ll deliver
Three selves to the wind then we′ll shiver
We are waiting

Round two, the faces bearing down
Is this the thing that people are talking about?
Round three, in a momentary fight
The kind of thing that keeps you up at night


But we're all getting bored and have fallen into the well
Tossed down as we sit in the dark
And a coin tossed down for the good of our health

Rub sticks, rub sticks for a living
Rough hands, jobs lost, we′ll deliver
Three selves to the wind then we'll shiver
We are waiting
Rub sticks, rub sticks for a living
Rough hands, jobs lost, we′ll deliver
Three selves to the wind then we'll shiver

A classic compilation, an age-old combination
And a budget alteration
A classic compilation, an age-old celebration
And a budget alteration
Breakers, softly spoken
At the bottom, let a pint or two us


Rub sticks, rub sticks for a living (Breakers, softly spoken)
Rough hands, jobs lost, we′ll deliver
At the bottom, let a pint or two us)
Three selves to the wind then we'll shiver (Breakers, softly spoken)
We are waiting
Rub sticks, rub sticks for a living
At the bottom, let a pint or two us)
Rough hands, jobs lost, we'll deliver (Breakers, softly spoken)
Three selves to the wind then we′ll shiver
At the bottom, let a pint or two us)
We are waiting