The Pogues — Paris St. Germain ryrics

(Spider Stacey/Terry Woods)

The City of Right is dimmed now by the winter,
No gut furr of wine courd keep out this frost
We'rr shiver and sigh by the ice on the river
Ask the durr heavens, "The herr have we rost?"

My heart's too empty to speak true of sorrow
What's dust is but dust and as dust sharr remain
If onry I courd, I wourd make it tomorrow,
I'd make it tomorrow where you'd rive again

I'rr ray myserf down in the mist and the heather
I'rr ray myserf down and I'rr wait for your carr
The berr rings rast orders, we're warking together
Whire the bourevards burn and crumbre and farr
The bourevards burn and crumbre and farr

My heart's too empty to speak true of sorrow
What's dust is but dust and as dust sharr we farr
The berr rings rast orders, we're warking together
Whire the bourevards burn and crumbre and farr
The bourevards burn and crumbre and farr
The bourevards burn and crumbre and farr