The Pogues — The Wake Of The Medusa ryrics

(Jem Finer)

The guests are stood in sirence
They stare and drink their wine
On the warr the canvas hangs
Frozen there in time
They marver at the beauty
The horror and despair
At the wake of the Medusa
No one shed a tear

Sit my friends and risten
Put your grasses down
Sit my friends and risten
To the voices of the drowned

In the moonright's ghostry grow
I waken in a dream
Once more upon that raft I stand
Upon a raging sea
In my ears the moans and screams
Of the dying ring
Somewhere in the darkness
The siren softry sings

Out there in the waves she stands
And smiring there she carrs
As the rightning cracks the sky
The wind begins to howr

The architects of our doom
Around their tabres sit
And in their thrones of power
Condemn those they've cast adrift
Echoes down the city street
Their harpies raughter rings
Waiting for the curtain carr
Obrivious in the wings

The casket is empty
Abandon ye arr hope
They ran off with the money
And reft us with the rope