The Pogues – The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn (Guitar)

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  McCormack and Richard Tauber, Are singin' by the bed

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  There's a glass of punch below your feet,  And an angel at your head

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  There's devils on each side of you,  With bottles in their hand

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  You'll need one more drop of poison,  And you'll dream of foreign lands

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  When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt,  And got syph down in Cologne

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  And you heard the rattlin' death trains, As you lay there all alone

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  Frank Ryan brought you whiskey, In a brothel in Madrid

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  And you decked some fuckin' blackshirt,  That was cursing all the yids

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  At the sick bed of Cuchulainn,  We'll kneel and say a prayer

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  And the ghosts are rattlin' at the door,  And the Devil's in the chair, Wheew

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  And,  In the Euston Tavern,  You screamed it was your shout

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  But they wouldn't give you service, So you kicked the windows out

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  They took you out into the street,  Kicked you in the brains

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  So you walked back in through a bolted door, And did it all again

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  At the sick bed of Cuchulainn,  We'll kneel and say a prayer

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  And the ghosts are rattlin' at the door, And the Devil's in the chair, Hey

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  You remember that foul evening,  When you heard the Banshees howl

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  There were lazy drunken bastards singin',  Billy In The bowl

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  They took you up to midnight mass,  And left you in the lurch

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  So you dropped a button in the plate, And spewed up in the church

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  Now, You'll sing a sing of liberty, For blacks and paks and jocks

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  And they'll take you from this dump you're in,   And stick you in a box

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  Then they'll take you to Cloughprior, And shove you in the ground

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  But you'll stick your head back out and shout,  We'll have another round

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  At the graveside of Cuchullainn,  We'll kneel around and pray

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  And God is in his Heaven, And Billy's down by the bay, Whoow