(Words & Music by Maggie, Terre & Suzzy Roche). . We're going away to Ireland soon. we're going away to Ireland Ireland. Ireland soon. Ireland soon. we'll try not to get in the way of the guns.
Say hello to my little friend. A broken spleen and a heart of gold. Has a face that the world adores, yeah. But lives a life that belongs in hell, no.
I sit down on the train with my big pocketbook the guitar. And a sugar-free drink, I wipe the sweat off of my brow. With the side of my arm, and I take off all that I can.
They say Te Amo in the moonlight. And my heart is breaking from behind a tree.. . Deep in the forest is there a sound. When my heart is breaking from behind a tree?.
Lift me to death before the last 30 years. Can't get Hanoi Jane off my back. Black it out but I keep all the lights on. I'm more fucked up than that. .
If you move into my life and take over my soul. Charm all my friends and play the rescuer role. Let me quit my job to go on your dole. And make your approval my ultimate goal,.
the phone rings ... who could it be. that religious guy from brooklyn. did we meet by accident ... yes we did. did we communicate ... i guess we did. he says i pray throughout my salesman's day.
Here he comes in his Sunday best. Here he comes and you know he is depressed. Be careful what you say he's the shy boy. Be careful what you say he's the shy boy.
Stood on the street the other night. In full moonlight. Barefoot and oh dirtied. My dress was goin' away. . There I was meetin' up with a man. For the payoff.
One in Louisiana. One who travels around. One of 'em mainly stays in heart-throb town. . I am not their main concern. They are lonely too. I am just an arrow passing through.
That pig needs a warning. We're out for blood. Take down and jangle. The cross ornament. . It's not the one we asked for. It's not the one we need. . Savoir faire.
Every time she thinks about leaving that night she has the. same dream. And it goes like this:. . She's walking across the river. She's walking across the street.
time to do the laundry. search your room for any dirty clothes. this week's load is really smelly. you might want to put a clothespin on your nose. . i check underneath the bed and dresser.
I'm a burning village. I can't control myself. Like a free bird floating. I'm never askin' for help. . My purple robes disgrace. Drawn into their black embrace.
Didn't you ever feel like the largest Elizabeth in the world?. Usually at a time when the boy is oblivious to the girl. I read in the paper the other day.
She don't wear makeup. Only red lipstick. (Only red lipstick). And she looks so fine. 'Cuz she is so fine. ('Cuz she is so fine). . She looks up, never down.
The holly and the ivy. When they are both full grown. Of all the trees that are in the wood. The holly bears the crown. . Oh, the rising of the sun. And the running of the deer.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah. . For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
Oh, I wanna go, yeah, we gotta leave it right now. Opportunity knocks so let's barge on in. Oh, I wanna beat the door down just to look inside. Our vital signs look good but our chances are slim, way grim.
The great Gaels of Ireland. The race that God made mad. For all their wars are merry. And all their songs are sad.