The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn Lyrics - Rum Sodomy & The Lash - Pogues

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed 

There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head 

There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands 

You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands 

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne 

And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone 

Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid 

And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids 

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer 

But the ghosts are rattling at the door and devil's in the chair 

Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout 

But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out 

They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains 

So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again 

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer 

And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair 

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl 

There was lazy drunken bastards singing Billy in the bowl 

They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch 

So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church 

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks 

And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box 

Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground 

But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round 

At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray 

And God is in his heaven and Billy's down by the bay