The Fighter The Rube The Asshole
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
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?

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

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.)
Stay the fuck out of my alley
Stay the fuck out of my alley
This is my home.

You ain't nothing but an asshole
You ain't nothing but an asshole




You ain't nothing but an asshole
(ASSHOLE)

Overall Meaning

The Falcon's song, The Fighter The Rube The Asshole, is a commentary on the divide between the haves and the have-nots in society. The lyrics depict people who are struggling with addiction and poverty, while the chorus critiques those who pretend to care but actually do nothing to help. The first verse portrays the squalid living conditions of addicts and the relentless nature of addiction. The second verse turns to the idea of celebrity, with the lyrics "You are a beautiful man with guitar covered in glory and love," suggesting that those who are celebrated may not necessarily have lived through true pain and struggle.


The chorus is a direct criticism of those who pretend to care about the struggles of others but do nothing to help. The lines "I don't believe in nothing you're trying to prove" highlight the disingenuous nature of those claiming to be on the side of the disadvantaged while doing nothing to help.


The final lines of the song are a fierce defense of the people caught in addiction and poverty, with the repeated refrain of "Stay the fuck out of my alley. This is my home" serving as a warning to outsiders who pretend to care but actually do nothing to help.


Line by Line Meaning

Depressed and he sings about whiskey
He is in a low mood and expresses it through melancholy music and lyrics about drinking.


Deranged and he's covered in flies
He is mentally unstable and physically unclean.


The girls get their bindles delivered from boys on their bikes
The women in this setting rely on men to bring them small packets of drugs.


And i don't believe in anyone
He has lost faith in people.


And you're not as hard as you say
The person he is addressing is putting on an act of toughness that they can't back up.


You aren't dying or soaking your soul
They haven't gone through the same difficult experiences as the singer.


Boy, you don't know shit about shame
The person he's addressing should be ashamed of themselves, but they are clueless.


You are a beautiful man with guitar covered in glory and love
The person he is singing to is seen as a kind, attractive, and successful musician.


You've never shaken and barfed in your bed even once
The addressee hasn't experienced the physical and psychological effects of addiction and withdrawal.


I don't believe you're a fighter
The artist doesn't trust the other person's claims of bravery.


I don't believe you're a rube
The other person is seen as gullible and naive.


I don't believe in nothing you're trying to prove
The other person's arguments and actions are unconvincing to the artist.


I'm up here dying with headfulls of pills, fingers of rubber a heartful of chills.
The singer is struggling with a drug addiction that is causing him physical and emotional pain.


Somewhere something's on fire and somewhere a boy's 'bout to die
There is violence, destruction, and death happening elsewhere at the same time.


Somewhere down in a rathole, they're praying to come up alive
There are people in very difficult and dangerous situations hoping to survive.


But this is the part where the pretty ones laugh while they're pretending to cry
The attractive people in this setting pretend to have emotions and care when they are just putting on a show.


So bang on your drum and raise up your arms to the only god you've ever known.
The person he's addressing can continue to worship as they please, but they must stay away from the artist's home.


But stay the fuck out of my alley. (This is my home.)
The singer is warning the other person to avoid his territory.


You ain't nothing but an asshole
The singer thinks that the other person is selfish, unpleasant, and not worth his time.




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Super Uncomfortable

The Fighter. The Rube. The Asshole
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



All comments from YouTube:

James Weatherford

this song is so good its crazy, the fact that there are only 15 comments lets me know people dont know good shit when they hear it!the bass n guitar in the beginning is sic

Super Uncomfortable

The Fighter. The Rube. The Asshole
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

Raymond Westerlund

+Raymond Westerlund *nice

Shortbread Head

why does this video not have more fucking comments? Brendan and Dan... best combo ever. This song too... fuck me it's great

Diego Arechiga

The Fucking Hit Parade

Raymond Westerlund

I really like the falcon

Raymond Westerlund

+adrian ford Absolutely!!!

adrian ford

+Raymond Westerlund thanks!

Raymond Westerlund

+adrian ford Brendan's and Chris ' first band

adrian ford

+Raymond Westerlund oh? that one is news to me

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