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The Auld Triangle.
No stranger to life,
A hungry feeling came over me stealing,
On a fine spring evening,
And the wind was sighing,
In the women's prison,
Ireland has lost her sweet angry voice,
Brendon Behan is dead.
Barry Crocker.
Billy.
Billy don't be a hero,
The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside,
Billy don't be a hero,
I heard his fiancee got a letter,
Bottle.
A thousand words fell through my hands,
Now king alcohol comes back,
Bless Me Father.
I stole and I lied, I was cruel and mean and vicious,
Bless me Father, bless me Father for I have sinned,
There was Jenny in Kilkenny and Barbara in Barbados,
Bless me Father, bless me Father for I have sinned,
In Amsterdam I shot a man - in Paris I got drunk.
Well, I caught a card shark cheating caved his head in with a spade.
Live for the moment, take your pleasures where you can,
Broad Lick Nic.
I drank my first pure malt before I was three,
Well I cut off my leg to win a one legged race,
And we're mad, MAD! Bad, BAD! Dangerous to know.
We took the whacks from Kerouac's and dusty Dostoyevsky's,
And we're good, GOOD! Bad, BAD! Ugly as sin.
The Cadillac Of Jesus.
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Jesus.
When the Lord gave the Ten Commandments to Moses,
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Jesus.
Jesus drives a beep beep Cadillac.
Cancer.
Well.............
Welllll....
Some friends have died of cancer,
The carnal carnival is in town,
You've got to stand up and be counted,
Fornicators, freaks and sodomites,
You've got to move into the centre,
The panic of seduction, the act of reproduction.
You've got to be loud and be proud now,
Change The Blades.
I've got to change the blades,
Well my lips are dry from kissing your arid, barren wasteland,
I've got to change the blades,
Skin, so wafer thin,
I've got to change the blades,
Word has come from Dublin City,
She's lost her sweet angry boy.
Born with a spirit his flesh could not contain.
Brendon Behan is dead.
He lived bright enough.
No stranger to the glass in his hand.
No stranger to the cause.
He fought for all his life.
Brendon Behan is dead.
While the mice we feeding in my prison cell.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
As I lay dreaming,
And the lag was weeping,
For his gal, Sal.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
As the day was dying,
And the lag still lay crying in his prison cell.
And the auld triangle went jingle bloody jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
There are seventy women.
And it wish it was with them that I did dwell.
And the auld triangle could go jingle bloody jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
No longer his poems fire desire,
Will ring out in Gaelic,
Or sound through the Main.
Is he a crock 'a gold?
No!
Is he a crock 'a shit?
No!
Is he a crock 'a Barry?
Yes!
Crock 'a Barry Crock 'a Barry Crock 'a
Barry Crock 'A Barry Crock 'a Barry
Crock' A Barry Crock 'A Barry Crock 'A Barry Crock 'A
Barry Crocker...
Barry Crocker.
The marching band came down along mainstreet,
The soldier blues fell in behind.
I looked across and there I saw Billy,
Waiting to go join the line.
And with her head upon his shoulder,
His young and lovely fiancee.
And from where I stood I saw she was crying,
And through her tears I heard her say:
"Billy, don't go off to war. If you go to war you can fucking consider yourself dropped,
because I'm not going to make love to you if you're an armless, legless corpse."
Don't be a fool with your life.
Billy don't be a hero,
Come back and make me your wife.
And as Billy started to go,
She said "Keep your pretty head low."
Billy don't be a hero,
Come back to me.
The battle raging all around.
The sergeant said "We've got to hang on boys.
We've go to hold this piece of ground.
I need a volunteer to ride up,
And bring us back some extra men."
And Billy's hand was up in a moment,
Forgetting all the words she said.
Don't be a fool with your life.
Billy don't be a hero,
Come back and make me your wife.
And as Billy started to go,
She said "Where did Billy's head go?"
Billy don't be a hero,
Come back to me.
Saying how Billy died that day.
The letter said that he was a hero,
She should be proud he died that way.
I heard she threw the letter away.
And as the mailman started to go,
He said "Keep your pretty head low."
Billy don't be a hero come back to me.
(transcribed with assistance from Cledbo!)
A stinking sun burned me awake,
Through the shattered windowpane.
I recalled through the eyes of claret red,
He had taken me again.
And the hair of the dog revives me,
But I find it hard to swallow.
It's a marriage made in heaven between me and the bottle.
And the room just spins.
This sodden mattress holds my heart,
And it cradles my regrets.
I read it once again,
But he knows that I'll not follow.
It's a marriage of convenience between me and the bottle.
With his static and his pride.
And he wanders, drunk and skinful,
Through my throat all parched and dry.
And if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Then I could rest,
And never wake again in sorrow.
It's a marriage on the rocks between me and the bottle.
Bless me Father, bless me Father for I have sinned.
I've been twenty seven years now in this skin I'm living in.
Forgive me, forgive me and I'll not let you down.
Like Prometheus in the morning I'm bound to come around.
Petty and pedantic, vulgar, uncouth and ruthless.
I hurt my little brother, I deceived my aged mother,
And I was called a lying bastard by my ever-loving father.
I've lied and I've cheated, been in brawls I never started,
Been known to fall in love easier than I've farted.
And I've cursed my friends for my own ends,
But now it's time to make amends, so
It's been twenty-seven years and I remember every sin.
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, my life's an open book,
And if you show me yours then I'll give you a quick look.
Helen in the back seat, Jill and Jean and both their neighbors.
Henriette, so did I, Selina and Patrice,
A family of Quakers and their fifteen year old niece.
A thousand other sordid other nights that I cannot recall,
But I never paid for sex once, well once, and that is all.
With this girl with thighs as white as milk that tasted just like honey,
And to own her for half an hour you'd only have to give her money.
Now you've lived your life of chastity and you must find it funny,
That I can call you Father- you can never call me sonny, so
It's been sixty-seven years and I remember every sin.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry,
I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.
In Brussels I went to Antwerp - in Paris I got drunk.
In Zimbabwe I kissed a dog - in Paris I got drunk.
In Paris I said WOAH!!
He thought I was the king of fools, but I was just a knave.
I seduced his wife at his funeral, I had her on his grave,
So when he died I got a million bucks so I'm well laid.
I got Pluto pregnant, I felched Minnie Mouse,
Go fetch Mephistopheles, I'm more susceptible that Faust.
I've stuffed myself on life, satisfied each and every urge,
I don't regret a moment, I'll be damned more before I'm purged.
We're all dust and we'll be dust again.
So let's live, let's live, let's live, live, live, live, live until we die.
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die.
It's a broad lick Nic,
And I'll tell you while I'm able or I'll smash your skull,
If your not drinking enough Black Label.
It's a hard man's drink and though the bottle's broken,
Put your money on the table,
Strain the glass through your teeth.
We grew up lean, mean, Kings of the Street Scene.
Without a mother's guiding hand to keep us clean.
Down your rum, we'll take life as it comes,
And all you blue rinse critics lickk our literary bums.
Smoked a pack of Dutch cigarettes my pappy left for me.
And I romanced a little lass who was twelve years my elder at the age of six I held her.
That year I also bed her so before I was seven my first child was born.
I told a pack of filthy lies as a politician,
Heard my own confession as act of contrition.
I spent ten years as a Trappist monk in a village in Tibet,
And I walked up Everest naked just to win a bet.
And when I won I stitched right back into place.
I fought Mohammed Ali, I've seduced Mata Hari.
I've even worn a sari when I impersonated Gandhi.
And I dare any man here to call me a liar...... LIARS!!!
But I swear I've seen Ezikiel, I swear I've seen Isiah,
Toasting marshmallows in Beelzebub's fire.
We never gave a tinkers cuss about the seeds we'd sow.
And we stay up late and never be forlorn.
And when the morning comes around we'll kiss the crack of dawn.
And when all was said and done booze was all I had left me.
For all the world's great thinkers are all a load of pus!
And if you asked us how Zarathustra spoke,
He spoke thus: Drink! Drink! Drink!
Drink until your drunk,
Drink until you can't stand up,
Til you're roly poly stunk.
Til your bladder bursts til you throw a fit and curse,
Til they lift you up still comatose and slamdance in the hearse.
We mixed up cough syrup with our gin
So take your medicine.
I pray that when I die,
There'll be someone else around to kiss my ass goodbye.
Yes I pray, I pray, I pray that when I die,
There'll be someone else around to kiss my ass goodbye.
When Jonah went down into that whale,
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy into that whale.
He thought that he was walking down into hell,
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy down into hell.
Well, he looked at his liver and his pumping heart,
And said "I'm in some trouble if he lets of a kahuna".
Then Jesus came driving outta the sky.
Don't ask me why he was driving so high,
He said "You take the low road, I'll take the high".
We'll be driving in the Cadillac of Jesus.
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy gave them to Moses.
Moses said "God! Hold my pantihoses!"
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy hold your horses
He said "I like Number One,"
Hey! Hey!
"I dig Number Three,"
Hey! Hey!
"But you've taken all the fun out of adultery".
Then Jesus came driving outta the sky.
Don't ask me why he was driving so high,
He said "You take the low road, I'll take the high".
We'll be driving in the Cadillac of Jesus.
Angel feathered seats,
Chandelier in the back.
He's got a telephone to God,
And a portable TV.
And the biggest cocktail bar,
That you ever did see.
So put your clothes back on,
And come driving with me.
It's a Cadillac of love on the road to glory.
Mel-a-noma come on over.
Come and cover me with scabs.
Put freckles all about my face,
Put moles across my back.
Melanomas are just tumours,
Tiny kisses from the su-u-u-n.
We're here to say to everyone that,
Cancer can be fun.
Cancer took her left arm,
Her right lung and her leg..
She'd love a cigarette now,
But she's got no mouth to beg.
She's had a uterine prolapse,
She's covered in bed sores.
But I've heard that girls like youself,
Are popular in bars.
Cancer is the answer,
It'll get you in the end..
It'll rot your bowel and bile-duct,
And then kill all your friends.
The body is a transport,
It's temporal and corrupt.
And Aids is just another way,
of telling you you're fucked.
Hey!
And some in other ways.
I've buried what is left of them,
In tiny little graves.
And all the graves lie side by side,
Upon the window sill,
But the flowers that are growing there are looking slightly ill.
So you've got to see the funny side,
You'll laugh until you cry.
And without Euthanasia,
You'll cry until you die.
I think I'm going down (we will).
The sexual festival's such a thrill,
It makes me just want to kill kill kill kill kill kill. Sorry!
I love the perfume around your hips,
The way you flirtify your lips.
I hear the zipper unzip,
Feel the flesh start to rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip and rip.
Or lie down and be mounted.
You've got no choice, you've got to use your
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya.
Transsexuals and transvestites.
Homo, hetero or confused,
Bisexual, used and abused.
The perverse litany is here,
Sadomasochistic bondage gear.
Sex is sin, sin is fun,
Come one, come all, in the end just come!
Or just break and enter.
We wanna reach your mind,
But through your behind.
Now you're back in the sack, you must describe your function.
The shagging wagon, sin bin, hip hop knock shop,
Your piston's greased, you need release not just another pit-stop,
Big breasts, sunken chest are you better than the rest?
What's your measurement, baby can we make a tent,
How much have you spent, is your ass up for rent?
Are you blond or brunette or is it ginger ginger,
Have you been experienced or are you a beginner?
You're salivating now cos you're up against the wall,
The pitcher's on the mound so grab the bat and let's play ball,
Let's play ball, let's play ball, let's play ball!
Or lie nude in the crowd now.
I want your touch,
Let's get down and
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya,
You've go to STOP!!
(transcribed with assistance from Jason.)
Four inches of blackening tar clogging up my pores.
And forty cents worth of Woolworths soap,
To leave me smelling like a whore.
My mouth is just a tunnel,
Where the trains don't ever stop.
My teeth are dirty and yellow,
I don't believe I can get these stains off.
Shave away my sorrow.
Change the blades,
Shave away my sin.
Change the blades,
Cast this spirit from me.
Change the blades,
Carve away my skin.
Embracing the furnace like a child.
Who in the face of adversity,
I should have showered with kisses.
I extinguished all hope,
When I turned on the gas
In my best suit and Californian Poppy,
In a bizarre ceremony of love.
Shave away my sorrow.
Change the blades,
Shave away my sin.
Change the blades,
Cast this spirit from me.
Change the blades,
Carve away my skin.
Hung out and check for size
Just a pound of flesh gone missing,
And no-one cares where she lies.
There's a felfador on the rose bush,
The smell of lavender oil meets the moss.
I've got the Mark of Cain on my conscious,
I don't believe I can get the stain off.
Shave away my sorrow.
Change the blades,
Shave away my sin.
Change the blades,
Cast this spirit from me.
Change the blades,
Carve away my skin.