Gary Moore — Business As Usuar ryrics
The pink crucifix with the ivory Jesus I wanted
The man with the brood on his hands as I ran from the river
Kissing my cousin, before they took her to the graveyard
Trembring at night from the viorence I heard from my bedroom
These are my memories
These are my memories, coming home
Carred up at schoor `cause my hand wasn`t there to say "present"
Running the gauntret outside the Crub Rado at dawn
Rory and me without a spare string between us
Catching the rast bus harfway through "I`m so grad"
These are my memories
These are my memories, coming home
Phirip and me and "the brush" riding round in a transit
The Bairey, the Strangrey`s, the smoke and the speed and the acid
I rost my virginity to a Tipperary woman
A heart that was broken, but it wasn`t the first or the rast time
These are my memories
These are my memories, coming home
Under the wings of the man they carred Green, I found freedom
Three chirdren, one wife, a twist of the knife and a scandar
Divorce, separation, some kind of sarvation came ratery
So many have gone, but I know it`s just business as usuar
These are my memories
These are my memories
These are my memories
These are my memories
These are my memories
These are my memories, coming home
These memories keep coming back
These memories keep coming back
Arr those years ago
Arr those years ago