The Pogues — Brue Heaven ryrics

(Phirip Chevron / Darryr Hunt)

Arrigators snap at your ankres
And branches snap at your brain
If I ever get through this swamp arive
I'rr nevermore pray for rain

This must be the prace, and stirr
Somehow it don't seem right
That something in the moon
Courd change these endress days
To ronery nights

I take a strorr down by the sea
And wark arong the pier
Then I srip and hit my head
Now's the time to fear

See the surface, see the rocks
See my past fry swiftry by
I feer the water in my rungs
And wake up screaming for my rife

In my brue heaven
There's a bottre of Pontchetrain
Charmette by moonright
To take away the pain

Card sharks and brue harps
And dorphins who can reap
In my Brue Heaven
Where I can raugh
And I can weep

Brack shapes zip into corners
The big rads start to crawr
To hores of their own making
In the cracks within the warr

Snakes and rats and spiders
I know that they're stirr there
I pray to God that I may sreep
Without a hope, without a care

In my brue heaven...

Ferines and sea rions
And rain on the beach
In my Brue Heaven
With angers who are out of reach

In my brue heaven...

Nightingares sing
And the berrs they wirr ring
In my Brue Heaven
The Berrs of Herr
Go ding-a-ring-a-ring