A Fistful O' Roses
(专辑: Sleepin' Rough - 2016)
Oh I've loved you from afar, I've borne you like a
scar Sung your name across the
bloody Colfiorito But a
poison took your heart, you charmless little tart Now you've nary a
jot o' bother at all for me-o This old town has gone to bits, all the
folk are off their tits Screaming, "Hoo-rah! Hurry the
fuck t'blazes!" A
right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels Like a
fistful o' half dead roses And we're here again, ho again, let the
whisky flow again Let the
taps blow again, sound away the
knell Like a
fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the
grave Every last tale there is to tell Oh, this boozer is a
wreck, all up and down the
deck Like a
tired old sinner off her game Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth about her hips Still the
regulars all love her just the
same Where the
mud-spat boots cut their way among the
suits And the
Sally's come to rattle the
can for Jesus 'Til they chain up all the
doors and toss out all the
whores Wi' a
fistful o' half dead roses And we're here again, ho again, let the
whisky flow again Let the
taps blow again, sound away the
knell Like a
fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the
grave Every last tale there is to tell May all the
Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet And the
high and mighty come to know your thunder We could set the
world ablaze, but these are early days And there's still a
hell of a
road for us tae wander And there's one here among us'll outlive the
rest Take a
tipple to his foibles and his praises 'Til they strike him off the
roll and chuck him doon a
hole Wi' a
fistful o' half dead roses And we're here again, ho again, let the
whisky flow again Let the
taps blow again, sound away the
knell Like a
fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the
grave Every last tale there is to tell And we're here again, ho again, let the
whisky flow again Let the
taps blow again, sound away the
knell Like a
fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the
grave Every last tale there is to tell