Still they keep on ringing that bell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell From the steeple high they still taunt me With all their smug impunity Those bells ring with no guilt or shame Resounding time and time again The truth was told their numbers fell Still they keep on ringing that bell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell Still they keep on ringing that bell
How I wish Justine was here Grá geal mo chroí mo chuisle dear When she left me years ago she said She couldn't live with the demons in my head Sweet Justine my Brixton Queen You never knew what they took from me Some stories hurt too much to tell Like the fire that only drink can quell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell Still they keep on ringing that bell
Still they keep on ringing that bell As I count me coins for a bottle of Glen I'll get a drink in me and I'll make a start Declare to Christ and the sacred heart All them sanctimonious pricks out there From Letterfrack to St Peter's square From down in the burning pits of hell Still they keep on ringing that bell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell Still they keep on ringing that bell Still they keep on ringing that bell Still they keep on ringing that bellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
