Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn Lyrics - Crash Test Dummies

Mccormack and richard tauber are sitting 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 

Gimme 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 in a brothel in madrid 

And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was screaming at 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 his chair 

And in the euston tavern you said it was your show 

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 walked back in through the revolving door and did it all again 

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 his chair 

Do you remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl? 

There were lazy drunken bastards singing billy and the bowl 

They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch 

So you dropped a button in the pledge and spewed up in the church