I know you've heard it all before. But I'm sorry for this three year war. For the setting up of camps. and wire and trenches. I'm sorry for the other night.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O, poor Mary Bellows. . She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor,.
I live in a town called Millhaven,. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold,. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.
In the name of pain. (In the name of pain and suffering). In the name of pain. (In the name of pain and suffering). . There comes a train. (There comes a train).
I know you've heard it all before. I'm sorry for this three year war. For the setting up of camps and wire and trenches. . I'm sorry for the other night.
There is a town where I was born. Far, far away, across the sea. And in that town, oh, where I was born. I would dream, that one day I would leave and cross the sea.
Oh yeah, yeah. Yes well, well, well. I took a walk down to the port. Where strangers meet and do consort. . All blinkered with desire. And a winter fog moved thickly on.
Go son, go down to the water. And see the women weeping there. Then go up into the mountains. The men, they are weeping too. . Father, why are all the women weeping?.
The moon is in the gutter. And the stars wash down the sink. I am the king of the blues. I scape the clay off my shoes. And wade down the gutter, gutter and the moon.
It was the dirty end of winter. Along the loom of the land. When I walked with sweet Sally. Hand upon hand. . And the wind it bit bitter. For a boy of no means.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O poor Mary Bellows. . She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor.
I live in a town called Millhaven. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.