Do you remember that sunny day. Somewhere in London. In the middle of nowhere. Didn't have nothing to do that day. Didn't wanna do nothing anyway. . You got a way of walking.
Down the dirty old streets. The Angel of the East is calling. And with a trembling hand. I open up a can. I can hear a baby bawling. . Before I open up my eyes.
Who dares to speak of Donegal. You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls. The harp that played in Tara's halls. Is burning on the dump. . Virginia is a gin town.
Do you remember that sunny day. Somewhere in London. In the middle of nowhere. Didn't have nothing to do that day. Didn't wanna do nothing anyway. . You got a way of walking.
Do you remember that sunny day. Somewhere in London. In the middle of nowhere. Didn't have nothing to do that day. Didn't wanna do nothing anyway. . You got a way of walking.
Do you remember that sunny day. Somewhere in London. In the middle of nowhere. Didn't have nothing to do that day. Didn't wanna do nothing anyway. . You got a way of walking.
The cadillac stood by the house. And the yanks they were within. And the tinker boys they hissed advice. 'Hot-wire her with a pin'. Then we turned and shook as we had a look.
Last night as I slept. I dreamt I met with Behan. I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day. When questioned on his views. On the crux of life's philosophies.
If I should fall from grace with god. Where no doctor can relieve me. If I'm buried 'neath the sod. But the angels won't receive me. . Let me go, boys.
If I should fall from grace with god. Where no doctor can relieve me. If I'm buried 'neath the sod. But the angels won't receive me. . Let me go, boys.