The Pogues

The Pogues

from the album Pogue Mahone

"The Sun and The Moon"

The snakes they can crawl

And the cheetahs they can bawl

And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter

But if you are so proud

As to say that's not allowed

We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter

And the girlfriends that you knew

To whom you promised to be true

We'll have their sisters

Hanging from the rafters

And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave

Tomorrow will be just like the day after

And this bitter desert wind

will come ripping through your skin

And everything that's calm

will turn madness

And all of your false tears

will come whirling down the years

What was kind and warm

will turn to sadness.

And the sun and the moon

Will come begging at your door

The stars will turn to rust

And drop from the skies

And everybody will soon be asking you for more