The Sickbed of Cúchulainn The Pogues
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[Verse 1]
McCormack and Richard Tauber
Are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet
And an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you
With bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison
And you'll dream of foreign lands
[Verse 2]
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt
And got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains
As you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought your whiskey
In a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt
Who was cursing all the Yids
[Chorus]
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn
We'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door
And the devil's in the chair
McCormack and Richard Tauber
Are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet
And an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you
With bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison
And you'll dream of foreign lands
[Verse 2]
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt
And got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains
As you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought your whiskey
In a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt
Who was cursing all the Yids
[Chorus]
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn
We'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door
And the devil's in the chair
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