Текст песни The Rake at the Gates of Hell (The Janice Long Show) [November 1986] [Live] - The Pogues

I'll be with them asleep or dreaming
I'll be there when they wake up screaming
In the hour of death and I will nurse them
To have a moment more to curse them

Watch the maggots crawl out of them
Hear the angels call above them
Swaying around as the cold air sucks them
Down to hell, good night, good luck then

If any should escape above me
Beg and cheat until they trust me
Drag them down to be damned with me
Laugh at them as they forgive me

Mother's eyes are sparking diamonds
Still the moon, shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of Hell tonight, yeah

I wish that they could walk forever
On the earth alone unfettered
Until they pray for consummation
Until they beg for sweet damnation

Then I'll come and bring them water
Share them hopes and share them laughter
Raise their hopes, both sad and sunken
Slash them up as they lie there drunken

Push them down into the foul mud
'Til they choke up on their own blood
Drag them out before their last breath
Save them from the mercy of death

Mother's eyes are sparking diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of Hell tonight, yeah

Mother's eyes are sparking diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of Hell tonight

Mother's eyes are sparking diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of Hell tonight