Song | Turkish Song Of The Damned |
Artist | The Pogues |
Album | If I Should Fall From Grace With God [Expanded] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Finer, MacGowan | |
I come old friend from Hell tonight | |
Across the rotting sea | |
Nor the nails of the cross | |
Nor the blood of Christ | |
Can bring you help this eve | |
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee | |
They stand outside your door | |
Four score and three | |
Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind | |
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand | |
Wailing away on the wall on the strand | |
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned | |
You remember when the ship went down | |
You left me on the deck | |
The captain's corpse jumped up | |
And threw his arms around my neck | |
For all these years I've had him on my back | |
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack | |
And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white | |
This shadow hanging over me | |
Is no trick of the light | |
The spectre on my back will soon be free | |
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |
zuo ci : Finer, MacGowan | |
I come old friend from Hell tonight | |
Across the rotting sea | |
Nor the nails of the cross | |
Nor the blood of Christ | |
Can bring you help this eve | |
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee | |
They stand outside your door | |
Four score and three | |
Did you keep a watch for the dead man' s wind | |
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand | |
Wailing away on the wall on the strand | |
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned | |
You remember when the ship went down | |
You left me on the deck | |
The captain' s corpse jumped up | |
And threw his arms around my neck | |
For all these years I' ve had him on my back | |
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack | |
And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white | |
This shadow hanging over me | |
Is no trick of the light | |
The spectre on my back will soon be free | |
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |
zuò cí : Finer, MacGowan | |
I come old friend from Hell tonight | |
Across the rotting sea | |
Nor the nails of the cross | |
Nor the blood of Christ | |
Can bring you help this eve | |
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee | |
They stand outside your door | |
Four score and three | |
Did you keep a watch for the dead man' s wind | |
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand | |
Wailing away on the wall on the strand | |
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned | |
You remember when the ship went down | |
You left me on the deck | |
The captain' s corpse jumped up | |
And threw his arms around my neck | |
For all these years I' ve had him on my back | |
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack | |
And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white | |
This shadow hanging over me | |
Is no trick of the light | |
The spectre on my back will soon be free | |
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |