Bottle Of Smoke Lyrics
| Song | Bottle Of Smoke |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | 30 Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词：Shane Macgowan、Jeremy Max Finer | |
| 作曲：Shane Macgowan、Jeremy Max Finer | |
| Thanks and praises | |
| Thanks to Jesus | |
| I bet on the Bottle of Smoke | |
| I went to hell | |
| And to the races | |
| To bet on the Bottle of Smoke | |
| The day being clear | |
| The sky being bright | |
| He came up on the left | |
| Like a streak of light | |
| Like a drunken fuck | |
| On a Saturday night | |
| Up came the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Twenty fucking five to one | |
| Me gambling days are done | |
| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke | |
| And my horse won | |
| Stewards inquiries | |
| Swift and fiery | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Inquisitions and suppositions | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Fuck the stewards | |
| A trip to Lourdes | |
| Might give the old fuckers | |
| The power of sight | |
| Screaming springers and stoppers | |
| And call out coppers | |
| But the money still gleams in my hand like a light | |
| Bookies cursing | |
| Cars reversing | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Glasses steaming | |
| Vessels bursting | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Slip a fifty to the wife | |
| And for each brat a crisp new five | |
| To give me a break on a Saturday night | |
| When I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Priests and maidens | |
| Drunk as pagans | |
| They had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Sins forgiven and celebrations | |
| They had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Fuck the Yanks | |
| And drink their wives | |
| The moon is clear | |
| The sky is bright | |
| I'm happy as the horses shite | |
| Up came the Bottle of Smoke |
| zuo ci: Shane Macgowan Jeremy Max Finer | |
| zuo qu: Shane Macgowan Jeremy Max Finer | |
| Thanks and praises | |
| Thanks to Jesus | |
| I bet on the Bottle of Smoke | |
| I went to hell | |
| And to the races | |
| To bet on the Bottle of Smoke | |
| The day being clear | |
| The sky being bright | |
| He came up on the left | |
| Like a streak of light | |
| Like a drunken fuck | |
| On a Saturday night | |
| Up came the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Twenty fucking five to one | |
| Me gambling days are done | |
| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke | |
| And my horse won | |
| Stewards inquiries | |
| Swift and fiery | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Inquisitions and suppositions | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Fuck the stewards | |
| A trip to Lourdes | |
| Might give the old fuckers | |
| The power of sight | |
| Screaming springers and stoppers | |
| And call out coppers | |
| But the money still gleams in my hand like a light | |
| Bookies cursing | |
| Cars reversing | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Glasses steaming | |
| Vessels bursting | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Slip a fifty to the wife | |
| And for each brat a crisp new five | |
| To give me a break on a Saturday night | |
| When I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Priests and maidens | |
| Drunk as pagans | |
| They had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Sins forgiven and celebrations | |
| They had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Fuck the Yanks | |
| And drink their wives | |
| The moon is clear | |
| The sky is bright | |
| I' m happy as the horses shite | |
| Up came the Bottle of Smoke |
| zuò cí: Shane Macgowan Jeremy Max Finer | |
| zuò qǔ: Shane Macgowan Jeremy Max Finer | |
| Thanks and praises | |
| Thanks to Jesus | |
| I bet on the Bottle of Smoke | |
| I went to hell | |
| And to the races | |
| To bet on the Bottle of Smoke | |
| The day being clear | |
| The sky being bright | |
| He came up on the left | |
| Like a streak of light | |
| Like a drunken fuck | |
| On a Saturday night | |
| Up came the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Twenty fucking five to one | |
| Me gambling days are done | |
| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke | |
| And my horse won | |
| Stewards inquiries | |
| Swift and fiery | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Inquisitions and suppositions | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Fuck the stewards | |
| A trip to Lourdes | |
| Might give the old fuckers | |
| The power of sight | |
| Screaming springers and stoppers | |
| And call out coppers | |
| But the money still gleams in my hand like a light | |
| Bookies cursing | |
| Cars reversing | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Glasses steaming | |
| Vessels bursting | |
| I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Slip a fifty to the wife | |
| And for each brat a crisp new five | |
| To give me a break on a Saturday night | |
| When I had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Priests and maidens | |
| Drunk as pagans | |
| They had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Sins forgiven and celebrations | |
| They had the Bottle of Smoke | |
| Fuck the Yanks | |
| And drink their wives | |
| The moon is clear | |
| The sky is bright | |
| I' m happy as the horses shite | |
| Up came the Bottle of Smoke |
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