| Song | Down In The Ground Where The Deadmen Go |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Original Album Series |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacGowan | |
| Hello boys I've been away | |
| On a bit of a holiday | |
| To the land where the rivers freely flow | |
| And the cattle roam on the wild callagh | |
| Walking home three parts pissed | |
| I fell and rolled in the morning mist | |
| I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass | |
| That tells the tale of a terrible past | |
| I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell | |
| Down in the depths of a freezing hell | |
| With a man coming up with the bugs inside | |
| Bouncing tooth in a skull that died | |
| We laughed to old times and the bad old days | |
| Gonna wrap me up and takin' me away | |
| Four million people starved to death | |
| Could smell the curse on their dying breath | |
| Where no one ever wants to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| To Hell which is circular all around | |
| Down in the belly of the big cold ground | |
| The moving shadows were everywhere | |
| The very trees seemed to bend and stare | |
| I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore | |
| Ran and screamed 'til I could run no more | |
| Over the hill and across the moor | |
| I ran in the house and slammed the door | |
| Just what the hell's that over there | |
| A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair | |
| One place I don't want to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Been drunk as a skunk since I've been home | |
| From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed | |
| I can't forget those things I saw | |
| Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road | |
| One place I don't want to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go |
| zuo ci : MacGowan | |
| Hello boys I' ve been away | |
| On a bit of a holiday | |
| To the land where the rivers freely flow | |
| And the cattle roam on the wild callagh | |
| Walking home three parts pissed | |
| I fell and rolled in the morning mist | |
| I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass | |
| That tells the tale of a terrible past | |
| I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell | |
| Down in the depths of a freezing hell | |
| With a man coming up with the bugs inside | |
| Bouncing tooth in a skull that died | |
| We laughed to old times and the bad old days | |
| Gonna wrap me up and takin' me away | |
| Four million people starved to death | |
| Could smell the curse on their dying breath | |
| Where no one ever wants to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| To Hell which is circular all around | |
| Down in the belly of the big cold ground | |
| The moving shadows were everywhere | |
| The very trees seemed to bend and stare | |
| I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore | |
| Ran and screamed ' til I could run no more | |
| Over the hill and across the moor | |
| I ran in the house and slammed the door | |
| Just what the hell' s that over there | |
| A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair | |
| One place I don' t want to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Been drunk as a skunk since I' ve been home | |
| From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed | |
| I can' t forget those things I saw | |
| Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road | |
| One place I don' t want to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go |
| zuò cí : MacGowan | |
| Hello boys I' ve been away | |
| On a bit of a holiday | |
| To the land where the rivers freely flow | |
| And the cattle roam on the wild callagh | |
| Walking home three parts pissed | |
| I fell and rolled in the morning mist | |
| I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass | |
| That tells the tale of a terrible past | |
| I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell | |
| Down in the depths of a freezing hell | |
| With a man coming up with the bugs inside | |
| Bouncing tooth in a skull that died | |
| We laughed to old times and the bad old days | |
| Gonna wrap me up and takin' me away | |
| Four million people starved to death | |
| Could smell the curse on their dying breath | |
| Where no one ever wants to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| To Hell which is circular all around | |
| Down in the belly of the big cold ground | |
| The moving shadows were everywhere | |
| The very trees seemed to bend and stare | |
| I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore | |
| Ran and screamed ' til I could run no more | |
| Over the hill and across the moor | |
| I ran in the house and slammed the door | |
| Just what the hell' s that over there | |
| A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair | |
| One place I don' t want to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Been drunk as a skunk since I' ve been home | |
| From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed | |
| I can' t forget those things I saw | |
| Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road | |
| One place I don' t want to go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
| Down in the ground where the dead men go |