歌曲 | Tosspint |
歌手 | The Pogues |
专辑 | Pogue Mahone |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Finer | |
Tosspint rises early | |
Sprung from a nightmare's claw | |
Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
The mist is on the moor | |
Tosspint cries from croaking gills | |
Thank God | |
I'm not forsaken | |
From the hellish depths of sleep | |
At last I am awaken | |
Tosspint flushed his kidneys | |
And rained a golden shower | |
Pleased to piss a good pot full | |
He shat upon the hour | |
Tosspint filled his belly | |
With tripe and ox's tongue | |
A sucking pig stuffed with figs | |
Into his guts he flung | |
Full belly and the dance is merry | |
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Tosspint drinks lustily | |
And pees against the sun | |
All around the hoary oak | |
The laughing maidens run | |
Tosspint warms his codpiece | |
To the flour adds the yeast | |
In the field by | |
Tanner's Mill | |
He plays to two-backed beast | |
Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Full belly and the dance is merry | |
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Tosspint fell foul of dogma | |
And slipped into schism | |
The trial was quick, the sky grew dark | |
They led him from the prison | |
Tied him to a stake of oak | |
Lit a fire of wood and coke | |
The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!" | |
The bells rang out "Tosspint's croaked!" | |
Tosspint under flaming sky | |
Walks through the fires of | |
Hell Where bestial demons threw the damned | |
Screaming as they fell | |
Into pits of burning coals | |
Tosspint throws up his last bowl | |
And mingled with the soup | |
His soul Tosspint rises early | |
Sprung from a nightmare's claw | |
Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
The mist is on the moor | |
Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum |
zuo ci : Finer | |
Tosspint rises early | |
Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
The mist is on the moor | |
Tosspint cries from croaking gills | |
Thank God | |
I' m not forsaken | |
From the hellish depths of sleep | |
At last I am awaken | |
Tosspint flushed his kidneys | |
And rained a golden shower | |
Pleased to piss a good pot full | |
He shat upon the hour | |
Tosspint filled his belly | |
With tripe and ox' s tongue | |
A sucking pig stuffed with figs | |
Into his guts he flung | |
Full belly and the dance is merry | |
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Tosspint drinks lustily | |
And pees against the sun | |
All around the hoary oak | |
The laughing maidens run | |
Tosspint warms his codpiece | |
To the flour adds the yeast | |
In the field by | |
Tanner' s Mill | |
He plays to twobacked beast | |
Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Full belly and the dance is merry | |
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Tosspint fell foul of dogma | |
And slipped into schism | |
The trial was quick, the sky grew dark | |
They led him from the prison | |
Tied him to a stake of oak | |
Lit a fire of wood and coke | |
The crowd sang out " His bacon' s smoked!" | |
The bells rang out " Tosspint' s croaked!" | |
Tosspint under flaming sky | |
Walks through the fires of | |
Hell Where bestial demons threw the damned | |
Screaming as they fell | |
Into pits of burning coals | |
Tosspint throws up his last bowl | |
And mingled with the soup | |
His soul Tosspint rises early | |
Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
The mist is on the moor | |
Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum |
zuò cí : Finer | |
Tosspint rises early | |
Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
The mist is on the moor | |
Tosspint cries from croaking gills | |
Thank God | |
I' m not forsaken | |
From the hellish depths of sleep | |
At last I am awaken | |
Tosspint flushed his kidneys | |
And rained a golden shower | |
Pleased to piss a good pot full | |
He shat upon the hour | |
Tosspint filled his belly | |
With tripe and ox' s tongue | |
A sucking pig stuffed with figs | |
Into his guts he flung | |
Full belly and the dance is merry | |
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Tosspint drinks lustily | |
And pees against the sun | |
All around the hoary oak | |
The laughing maidens run | |
Tosspint warms his codpiece | |
To the flour adds the yeast | |
In the field by | |
Tanner' s Mill | |
He plays to twobacked beast | |
Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Full belly and the dance is merry | |
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
Tosspint fell foul of dogma | |
And slipped into schism | |
The trial was quick, the sky grew dark | |
They led him from the prison | |
Tied him to a stake of oak | |
Lit a fire of wood and coke | |
The crowd sang out " His bacon' s smoked!" | |
The bells rang out " Tosspint' s croaked!" | |
Tosspint under flaming sky | |
Walks through the fires of | |
Hell Where bestial demons threw the damned | |
Screaming as they fell | |
Into pits of burning coals | |
Tosspint throws up his last bowl | |
And mingled with the soup | |
His soul Tosspint rises early | |
Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
The mist is on the moor | |
Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
Ring the bells and beat the drum |