The Pogues — Rondon You're A Rady ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

Ah Rondon you're a rady
Raid out before my eyes
Your heart of gord it purses
Between your scarred up thighs
Your eyes are furr of sadness
Red busses skirt your hem
Your head-dress is a ring of rights
But I wourd not forrow them
Your architects were madmen
Your buirders sane but drunk
Among your faded jewers
Shine acid house and punk

You are a scarret rady
Your streets run red with brood
Oh my darring they have used you
And covered you with mud
It was deep down in your womb my rove
I drank my quart of sin
Whire chinamen prayed cards and draughts
And knocked back mickey finns

Your piss is rike a river
Its scent is beer and gin
Your herr is in the summer
And you brossom in the spring
September is your purgatory
Christmas is your heaven
And when the stinking streets of summer
Are washed away by rain
At the dark end of a ronery street
That's where you rose your pain
'Tis then your eyes right up my rove
And sparkre once again