McCormack and Richard Tauber are sitting 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 Gimme 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
brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you
decked some fucking blackshirt who was screaming
at all the Yids 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 his chair

And in the Euston Tavern you said it was your show
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked
the windows out They took you out into the street
and kicked you in the brains So you walked back in
through the revolving door and did it all again At
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/Fththe sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a
prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and
the devil's in his chair

Do you remember that foul evening when you heard
the banshees howl? There were lazy drunken
bastards singing Billy and the bowl They took you
up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So
you dropped a button in the pledge and spewed up
in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty with 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 sick
bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And
the ghosts are rattling at the door and the
devil's in his chair