Lirik Lagu Back In The County Hell - Shane MacGowan & The Popes
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Well oh well I'm back in the County HellI just flew in and my arms they feel like hellI'm so glad to be back in the County HellI missed the smack, I missed the crack,I missed the killings tooI missed the London Irish girlsBut especially missed youThe USA never fails to make me blue
Put me in charge I'd execute the Artistic QueersAnd all the fuckin' bastards that drink trendy Irish beersMy death squads would be kids from flatsAll high from sniffin' glueI'd use them to kill rich BritsAnd the journalistic whores
The park bench AristocratsAre drinkin' in the parkAnd the junkies are still sneakin'In for fix up after darkAnd Jock laid out on his park benchLike it was his home setteeSingin' like a fallen angel Me and Bobby McGee
When I've done my patriotic choreAnd burnt London to the groundI'll go back home to NenaghAnd get pissed every night in townLike the ol' folks say,You can't keep a good man down
And the park bench AristocratsStill drinkin' in the parkThe junkies are still sneakin' inFor fix up after darkJock's still layed out on his park benchLike it was his own setteeSingin' like a fallen angelMe and Bobby McGee
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loseNothin' ain't worth nothin if ain't freeFeelin good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the bluesFeelin' good was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGee
Put me in charge I'd execute the Artistic QueersAnd all the fuckin' bastards that drink trendy Irish beersMy death squads would be kids from flatsAll high from sniffin' glueI'd use them to kill rich BritsAnd the journalistic whores
The park bench AristocratsAre drinkin' in the parkAnd the junkies are still sneakin'In for fix up after darkAnd Jock laid out on his park benchLike it was his home setteeSingin' like a fallen angel Me and Bobby McGee
When I've done my patriotic choreAnd burnt London to the groundI'll go back home to NenaghAnd get pissed every night in townLike the ol' folks say,You can't keep a good man down
And the park bench AristocratsStill drinkin' in the parkThe junkies are still sneakin' inFor fix up after darkJock's still layed out on his park benchLike it was his own setteeSingin' like a fallen angelMe and Bobby McGee
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loseNothin' ain't worth nothin if ain't freeFeelin good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the bluesFeelin' good was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGee
