Pogues - The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn lyrics

Mccormack and richard tauber are singing by the bed<br>There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head<br>There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands<br>You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands<br><br>When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne<br>And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone<br>Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid<br>And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids<br>At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer<br>And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair<br><br>And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout<br>But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out<br>They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains<br>So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again<br>At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer<br>And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair<br><br>You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl<br>There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl<br>They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch<br>So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church<br><br>Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks<br>And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box<br>Then they'll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground<br>But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round<br>At the graveside of cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray<br>And God is in his heaven, and billy's down by the bay