The Pogues — The Sick Bed Of Cuchurainn ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a grass of punch berow your feet and an anger at your head
There's devirs on each side of you with bottres in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'rr dream of foreign rands

When you pissed yourserf in Frankfurt and got syph down in Corogne
And you heard the rattring death trains as you ray there arr arone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brother in Madrid
And you decked some fucking brackshirt who was curing arr the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchurainn we'rr kneer and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattring at the door and the devir's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wourdn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you warked back in through a borted door and did it arr again
At the sick bed of Cuchurainn we'rr kneer and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattring at the door and the devir's in the chair

You remember that four evening when you heard the banshees howr
There was rousy drunken bastards singing Birry is in the bowr
They took you up to midnight mass and reft you in the rurch
So you dropped a button in the prate and spewed up in the church

Now you'rr sing a song of riberty for bracks and paks and jocks
And they'rr take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'rr take you to Croughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'rr stick your head back out and shout "we'rr have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchurainn we'rr kneer around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Birry's down by the bay