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Tyres swallowed miles
On the road to Oblivion
Driving all the memories
Into the jaws of nowhere
A thousand shades of gray
Hide the Captain Moonlight
A pile of hardest feelings
And a bunch of sweetest dreams

It's been hours since midnight but I don't care too much
The waterpump is pulsing spittin' out the mud
The roaring cats are tearing last bunch of flash and bones
And I just stare at nowhere loosing time and kicking stones

Then in rotten lousy caffee the old man starts to talk
Agonizing heavily, pretends that he can walk
Through the smoke of dusty morning i'm listenin' raven's yell

At the crack of the dawn thunder and lightning crossed the way
The shadow of knight waited to see the bright light of the day
Nobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain
The river of blood under his feet run wild again and again

Chorus :
The green roses will grow
While green fields turn to red

Listen to this story, son, there's somethin' you gotta know
Your spirit got to find for shore are you standin' high or low
Now, listen with the both ears open and don't ask me why
You'll hear why I'm lonely, Just me, myself and sky

I don't need no carriages, the rainbow is my horse
I don't need to think about is it better or it's worse
I don't need no empty rooms, the land's my very bed

When you came in my life you changed my world
My Sarah
Everything seemed so right my baby girl
My Sarah

You are all I want to know
You hold my heart so don't let go
You are all I need to live

I've travelled way to hell and back, the blood of orange made my bill
With heavy cross upon my neck I ran from hands of hangman's will
Yes I've killed I must admit, bombs and guns my friends have been
That's the bid I have to pay, that's my heavy portion of sin

My brother at the age of nine, made first steps alone that night
He was killed for what he saw, in flash his book of life was closed
Sister, she was ten and half, moved from sleep to eternal life

On the day when you were born
Without a strength to fly
On that very east morn'
You were left in mud to die

The heavy rain was fallin'
You lifted up your head
Your feathers were to heavy

I grew up in Ireland in dear old Dublin town
Brought up by a people who'd let nothin' get 'em down
I was thought while still a child to stand up for me rights
Prepare to face the devil that would plague me in my life

I served a long apprenticeship at very honest trade
And met so many devils of whom I felt afraid
But father's words came back to me when I wanted to back down

I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been.
For fifty years or more in this little isle of green,
Up to the Liffey and down to Tessague,
And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Doo.

Chorus:
Of all the trades of living sure the begging is the best
For when man is tired he can sit down and rest

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out of the foggy dew.

The lights came down
I was stoned at the bar
Showin' my worst weakness
calling for the last pint
but the stronger arms threw me
throught the gates of the hell
i was hailed by the street dogs
and a bunch of wild cats