Don't talk about it Don't want to know about it Arguing with you's no good You'll be nobody's fool but you'll almost speak Don't let me know about it
Sit right down if you're a friend You know there ain't too many left of them You said, ?I want love, I want it all? You look better now than last time
A' Rebours, A' Rebours You sent for me I was knock, knock knocking on death's door You ignore, adore, A' Rebours me You leave me washed up begging for
I heard it said You had come back from the dead And you were playing so fine Scooping up the soul of the wine Courage, my boy The way you looked them
be Or he won't play And I know that boy wants to Approach me and say All he's got to say Maybe he'll say it today, maybe no There was a slight altercation, oh Down
They would if they could, but they can't So if they talk like they could Are you going to heed a word they say All I'm trying to say was I'm in love
Ohh, ohh, ohh Why would you pay to see me in a cage? And why would you pay to see me in a cage? Some men call the stage Listen now I have gone you will
Down in Albion Ah, they're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk
I dream? Oh, there's nothin' as it seems On the way back 'round for me What did I dream? There's nothin' as it seems On the way back down for me As
I'll tell you a story but you won't listen It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition It's the story of a coked-up pansy Who spends his nights in flights
You have always thinking of her You're in love and you don't know what to say But I saw her at the fair and she feels the same way She was married by
and rough It's hard, Pentonville rough Now, in Pentonville there's all type of nation Russian, Columbian and Jamaican Latvian, Croatian and a Polish man Indian, Chinaman down
fun Oh, what you think of that 'Cause they wanted but? You better pipe down You got the right sound The pipe down Oh my, oh my, oh my Oh Paddy, put the pipe down
far away down Skip... fame on the run Don't look back into the motherfucking sun, no Oh well you know that that's the end And that's the end so far away down
Up the morning, up, up the morning Up the morning, up, up the morning Up the morning, up, up the morning Up the morning, up, up the morning Up the morning
But it's a cruel, cruel world a cruel, cruel world. My pins are none too strong, Katie Oh hurry up Mrs. Brown I can feel 'em coming down & it won't take
: I'll tell you a story but you won't listen It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition It's the story of a coked-up pansy Who spent his nights in
: It's all and the same It's all and the same, oh So what's the use between death and glory? I can't tell between death and glory Happy endings, no,
