In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink. Of V P wine and cider 'till we can hardly think. And we'll go where spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell.
The sun slips through the broken blinds. Through the dusty panes. And casts a shadow across the bed. Where you and I once lay. . Your perfume lingers though you've gone.
Well, i stepped into the room,. right then she caught my eye,. had an ass like a truck,. and too amazin' from the prize. . shes been like no other,. just wanna make that mother brick house.
Tosspint rises early. Sprung from a nightmare's claw. Thrice crows the dawn cock. The mist is on the moor. . Tosspint cries from croaking gills. Thank God I'm not forsaken.
Now Listen. Not a dime, I can't pay my rent. I can barely make it through the week. Saturday night I'd like to make my girl. But right now I can't make ends meet.
What you heard about me. Was probably right. I'm the boy next door. The one you were warned about. Oh yes, indeed. . Well, I'm no upstanding citizen. But I'm standing up just the same.
The night is dark, the moon is full. Across the blood red plain. And every step and every breath. Brings me nearer home. . Those spirits watch me on my way.
Lately boy, your head ain't right. And nothin' seems to thrill you. Word on the streets is. No sex no more 'cause, it'll kill you. . You touch, she bites.
The night is dark, the moon is full. Across the blood red plain. Every step and every breath. Brings me nearer home. The spirits watch me on my way. They whisper on the wind.
My friend called just the other day. Packed it up, he won't be back this way. It's not your heart but the spirit they break. There's only so much a small town boy can take.
The island it is silent now. But the ghosts still haunt the waves. And the torch lights up a famished man. Who fortune could not save. . Did you work upon the railroads?.
The guests are stood in silence. They stare and drink their wine. On the wall the canvas hangs. Frozen there in time. . They marvel at the beauty. The horror and despair.
I heard a funny thing about me. But who the hell are you. I won't say that ain't true,. Lately I've been living on the edge. I don't recognize my own face or my friends..
Seen the carnival at Rome. Had the women, I had the booze. All that I can remember now. Is little kids without no shoes. . So, I saw that train and I got on it.
When you was a child life's a game. But you got all the rules all changed. Pray to a spiritual God for material things. Then wait by the phone but it dont ring.
The snakes they can crawl and the cheetahs they can bawl. And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter. But if you are so proud as to say that's not allowed.
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.
She goes down slow like a shot of gin. She's got an angel's face and a devil's grin. She kinda stared me down as I looked her up. She said, "I'm your poison, now you drink a cup".
'Twas in the merry month of June from me home I started. Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted. Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother. Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother.