Lyrics The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn (Live with Joe Strummer) - The Pogues

Make yourself comfortable in "The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn"
Joe has already said this, but this goes out to Shane

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison, and you'll dream of foreign lands

One, two, three

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids

At the sick bed of Cúchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer
The ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, yeah

Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
They wouldn't give you service, you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street, pushed you in the brains
You walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again

At the sick bed of Cúchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening, when you heard the banshees howl
Lazy drunken bastards singing "Billy in the Bowl"
They dragged you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
Dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

One, two, three

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"

At the graveside of Cúchulainn, we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in his Heaven and Billy's down by the bay

Hey

The mysterious heart of that unknown civilization
Thank you very much