Pour a pint, the grog changes the view of the room Colors swirling soon change into blue shapes of doom
I hear voices in my head I been drinkin’ spirits of the dead
Another round sits perfectly in queue Drink ‘em down and then another brew
Talkin’ to voices in my head I been drinkin’ spirits of the dead Take my hand St. Amand said Gonna walk with spirits of the dead
As I walk through this tunnel of light Mother knows it’s my last night Father bless me for I have sinned One last prayer to tuck me in Children do their chores and bring offerings Talk to God kneeling on their knees Help the sisters beside the bed As I join the spirits of the dead
The nuns hold candles side by side Singing hymns in the moonlight Horses and beasts tied at the bay The wind blows cold as I fade away People dressed in black with tears in their eyes Ready me for the other side See me off to another landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
