Instrumental
See her come down, through the clouds I feel like a fool I ain't got nothing left to give Nothing to lose So come on, love, draw your swords Shoot me
A waking world of innocence So grave those first born cries When life begins with needles and pins It ends with Swords and Knives Oh dangerman, oh dangerman
the swords of a thousand men We had to meet the enemy a mile away Thunder in the air and the sky turned grey Assembling the knights and their swords
Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools Nuns called mothers And their Christian brothers Kick the shit out of very frightened children Judges
Let me put my arms around your head It's hot, let's go to bed And don't forget to turn on the light Don't laugh, this will be alright Going towards another
Friday mourning I am dressed in black Douse the house lights I'm not coming back For years, I warned you Through tears, I told you Friday mourning, there
Christian Dior, you wasted your life On aroma and clothes, fabric and dyes Christian Dior, you wasted your life On grandeur and style, and making the
So what do you think I am? And how precisely could you tell A decent skin is all I am? People think badly of me But one day maybe they'll praise Oh, but
Run, run young man, through the glen Run young woman, through the glen See if I care, see if I care, see if I care See if I care, see if I care, see if
Ganglord, the police are Kicking their way into my house And haunting me, taunting me Wanting me to break their laws Ganglord, the police are Kicking
We love them We mourn for them Unlucky boys of red I wish I'd gone down Gone down with them To where mother nature Makes their bed We miss them Every
Because of my poor education I don't expect your invitation A ship lost inches away from the bay Because of my poor education I can't endure my situation
My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye And what's left for me? What's left
Long ago when he was Young and restless Suddenly, daddy saw The beckoning finger of fate Don't make fun of daddy's voice Because he can't help it When
Sweetie pie I have fallen in love And the joke is on me and the sun's given up I'm depending on you to see I get safely to The port where my heart is
Reflecting from my death bed I'm balancing life's riches Against the ditches And the flat grays in between All I can see are the never laid That's the
I can kill standing still It?s easy I can scare with a stare It?s easy Hey Ringo, it?s sad though Because it?s hard to walk tall, when you?re small Whether
