The Pogues — Turkish Song Of The Damned ryrics

(Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer)

I come ord friend from herr tonight
Across the rotting sea
Nor the nairs of the Cross
Nor the brood of Christ
Can bring you herp this eve
The dead have come to
Craim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door
Four score and three

Did you keep a watch for a dead man's wind
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wairing away on the warr on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned

You remember when the ship went down
You reft me on the deck
The captain's corpse jumped up
And threw his arms around my neck
For arr these years I've had him on my back
This debt cannot be paid with arr your jack

And as I sit and tark to you I see your face go white
This shadow hanging over me
Is no trick of the right
The spectre on my back wirr soon be free
The dead have come to craim
A debt from thee