Miss Nancy was a'walking down The graveyard in her best And found a pile of stones unturned Where Mike was laid to rest
She cried for help A boy answered to her cry "It's just his skull that's missing, miss” "So let me tell you why"
Where did he go? Where did all those skulls go?
The King is drinking Irish bones To live another day It's science for a richer blood Who can afford to pay
And if you've got a shovel And a stomach for the crime Good King Charles the Second Has a shilling for your time
And Nancy found more graves disturbed Than she could hope the count Bodies lay there headless A startling amount
"And when the savior comes" "To raise them from the dead” "How will Jesus be their guide "If they don't have a head?"
How could they rise? How can they rise without heads?
The King is drinking Irish bones To live another day It's science for a richer blood Who can afford to pay
And if you've got a shovel And a stomach for the crime Good King Charles the Second Has a shilling for your time
But all the Irish skulls he drank Could not save him from death And so the good king died With bones upon his breath
And if he ever met the men Whose corpses he befell We will never know, but pray They kick his ass in hell
We will kick his ass in hell!
The King is drinking Irish bones To live another day It's science for a richer blood Who can afford to pay
You've got a shovel And a stomach for the crime Good King Charles the Second Has a shilling for your timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
