I’ve been drunk I’ve been sober, near death and hung over
A thief in the night, a rake and a rover
All is lost
All is lost
In the shadows I remain ‘neath the weight of this cross
Hear the cries
Hear the screams
There’s blood in the pub and death in the street
There’s blood in the pub and death in the street
I heard me a sound from long, long ago
It echoed, reverberated, clung to my soul
By the watchful eye of the New Jersey moon
She called out to me like a voice from the tomb
There were geezers and cheaters, a preacher or two
Inebriates who suffered from Lucifer’s brew
There were gallows and wire, let them dangle and burn
May the crows peck out their eyes and paradise will burnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.