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Lorca's Novena

	作词 : Finer, MacGowan
	Ignacio lay dying in the sand
	A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
	The women wept to see their hero die
	And the big black birds gathered in the sky
	Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
	Intercede with him tonight
	For all of our tomorrows
	The years went by and then the killers came
	And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
	And lorca the faggot poet they left till last
	Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
	Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
	Intercede with him tonight
	For all of our tomorrows
	The killers came to mutilate the dead
	But ran away in terror to search the town instead
	But lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
	And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
	Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
	Intercede with him tonight
	For all of our tomorrows

	zuò cí : Finer, MacGowan
	Ignacio lay dying in the sand
	A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
	The women wept to see their hero die
	And the big black birds gathered in the sky
	Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
	Intercede with him tonight
	For all of our tomorrows
	The years went by and then the killers came
	And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
	And lorca the faggot poet they left till last
	Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
	Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
	Intercede with him tonight
	For all of our tomorrows
	The killers came to mutilate the dead
	But ran away in terror to search the town instead
	But lorca' s corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
	And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
	Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
	Intercede with him tonight
	For all of our tomorrows