Pogues Lyrics
Pogues Lyrics
"The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn Lyrics"
Labor Day Its a Holiday Lyrics
LABOR DAY (IT'S A HOLIDAY) when I stepped in the room I bring the heat like the month of june crank the volume make the bass go boom wile out like we some wild baboons (oOo oOo) we go bananas to the to
LABOR DAY (IT'S A HOLIDAY) when I stepped in the room I bring the heat like the month of june crank the volume make the bass go boom wile out like we some wild baboons (oOo oOo) we go bananas to the to
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey
LOVE LIES, LOVE DIES Lyrics
I thought love so gentle so pure I knew love so sweet and so secure Turning with an open heart With a touch we would never be apart Flames of love now ash just drifts away Here I am I'm lost and love
in a brothel in MadridI thought love so gentle so pure I knew love so sweet and so secure Turning with an open heart With a touch we would never be apart Flames of love now ash just drifts away Here I am I'm lost and love
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walke
3 Men at Chung King Lyrics
Check it out... Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the lines With lyrics that thrills like my dillz Take it on the Grilled Cheese tour, then I dro
back in through a bolted door and did it all againCheck it out... Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the lines With lyrics that thrills like my dillz Take it on the Grilled Cheese tour, then I dro
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in
stray Lyrics
it was a deep sleep i woke up weak and i felt like, like a stray now i believe we're on to nothing i was shaken and angry and used to nothing coming to nothing, are you coming to stay or for a mi
the churchit was a deep sleep i woke up weak and i felt like, like a stray now i believe we're on to nothing i was shaken and angry and used to nothing coming to nothing, are you coming to stay or for a mi
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay