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?.
Verse:. . Tonight would've been better with you by my side. And I guess it's all a part of the fight. The wasted time that we've been through held me so tight.
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".
This morning when I awoke from the cushioned coils. Eyes pouring their little hearts, it didn't feel normal. Waking here religiously. Thinking the same black thoughts.
'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.
You're going too fast. In the wrong direction. Laughing with eyes ablaze you say aren't we.... . But I think I'm gonna die, though. I think we are going to die.
Let grasses grow and waters flow. In a free and easy way,. But give me enough of the rare old stuff. That's made near Galway Bay,. Come gangers all from Donegal,.
I went to bed too late. And got up too soon. My poor head still spinnin'. From too much booze. . I got a foot in the gutter. A foot in the grave. I ain't seen home.
Swallow these pearls. They surround the lives of the walking. As they burst in your mouth. Remember to breathe. They surround the lives of the walking.