Текст песни Peter O'Toole's Drinking Stories - Live at 3Olympia Theatre, Dublin - David Keenan
In
the
past
when
I
knew
less
than
I
know
now,
which
isn't
much
I
slept
inside
Peter
O'Toole's
drinking
stories
I
wept
on
the
unmade
bed
of
existential
crises
Came
to
believe
that
all
you
need
to
be
a
writer
is
a
coat
One
arm
as
long
as
the
other
brother
Time
can
be
a
teacher
when
it
suits
Resuscitate
your
childhood
schemes
through
the
archaeology
Of
memory
my
professional
dreamer
Tip
toe
towards
immortality
laughing
into
the
wind
Onwards
now,
one
boot
is
more
than
enough
Oh
let
truth
be
known
the
boy
has
snapped
We've
never
seen
nothing
like
this
before
All
the
bells
have
tolled
he's
never
coming
back
Cracked,
smacked,
stoned
Once
upon
a
time
my
Mother
was
a
lady
An
OCD
fact
grilling
machine,
that
was
then
and
that
was
that
Once
upon
a
time
my
father
was
a
coward
But
I
love
him
for
who
he
is
in
the
present,
that
was
that
I'm
a
six
week
premature
ejaculation
baby
But
the
incubator
done
me
no
harm
it
had
its
charm,
that
was
that
That
was
that
and
so
it
began
the
sun
came
up
and
shook
my
hand
And
young
Evanne
in
holy
knowledge
supervised
The
finding
of
a
fix
on
an
unsuspecting
stranger's
bed
Oh
let
truth
be
known
the
boy
has
snapped
We've
never
seen
nothing
like
this
before
All
the
bells
have
tolled
he's
never
coming
back
Cracked,
smacked,
stoned
Oh
let
truth
be
known
the
boy
has
snapped
We've
never
seen
nothing
like
this
before
All
the
bells
have
tolled
he's
never
coming
back
Cracked,
smacked,
stoned
One
boot
is
more
than
enough
One
boot
is
more
than
enough
One
boot
is
more
than
enough
One
boot
is
more
than
enough
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