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Utwór: The Ol' Beggars Bush

  • wykonawca: Flogging Molly
  • album: Swagger
  • wyświetleń: 900

Stuck on limbo bridge
  Where below me ol' Nick grins
  Then laughs through the chaos of it all
  Gets up off his chair
  Spins a jig to my despair
  He can't wait to count the times where I went wrong
    Underneath the bush, lay a beggar out of luck
  On his lips, was a taste he forgets
  His hopes were filled with sand
  That he watched fall through his hand
  Every grain, was a lifetime of regret
    So go and bow your head and weep
  For your world won't change while you sleep
  Yeah, go and bow your head and weep
  For the summer that was lost, now is gone
    Fertile Mrs. Moore had thirteen kids
  But still looked good
  Till her ol' man jumped leave on a ship
  She never read a book
  But by Christ she understood
  That the meanin' of life
  Starts in bed
    So go and bow your head and weep
  For your world won't change while you sleep
  Yeah, go and bow your head and weep
  For the summer that was lost, now is gone
    Killer Kilbain kicked me senseless everyday
  I hope that bastard is beneath a head of stone
  Where I'd dance upon his grave
  For all the madness I now crave
  While the scars that remain are still a curse
  So I'm stuck on a limbo bridge
  Where below me ol' Nick grins
  Then laughs through the chaos of it all
  Gets up off his chair
  Spins a jig to my despair
  He can't wait to count the times where I went wrong
  Yeah, he can't wait to count the times where I went wrong
      

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