The Bells Of Hell

Black 47

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    I met her in the strand
    Readin' books to beat the band
    We got talkin' about the tropic of capricorn
    And all the things therein
    Includin' sex and drugs and gin
    So i asked her if she'd fancy a libation?
    She said she didn't mind
    She was just out killin' time
    Her husband wouldn't be home 'til the morning
    "is that a fact?" says i,
    "i got the very place in mind"
    So we went waltzin' off down to the bells of hell

    There were drinks and eyebrows raised
    When we stepped into the haze
    Every blaggard at the bar was gettin' plastered
    And mentally undressin'
    My love's yves st. laurent fashions
    I could tell that i was treadin' on disaster
    Ah, malachy, me dear,
    What kind of joint are you runnin' here
    There's a fellah in a dress givin' me the once over
    "my good man have no fear
    That's a bishop from the county clare
    Everyone's welcome down the bells of hell."

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    Lester bangs is on the floor
    And there's a couple of seventh avenue whores
    Explaining life to billy altman in the corner
    Dennis duggan's in a suit
    And nancy whiskey's on the jukebox
    Peter myers is cuttin' loose down the bells of hell.

    There's a band in the back room
    With a wild man playin' the moog synthesizer
    Like he's screwin' a couple of banshees
    And a red haired bollocks with glasses
    Ah, he's beatin' the bejaysus
    Out of some poor innocent guitar, that place was crazy.
    They were singin' "the girl next door"
    When my love said "aren't they just adorable
    The red haired one suggested something interesting, if rather intimate."
    Just then the bishop in the dress
    Took me in a firm embrace
    And i passed out cold down at the bells of hell

    When i returned from space
    Nick tosches was moistenin' my face
    Lookin' pleased as punch, i knew exactly what that fellah'd been up to
    My love looked like a mess
    She was fixin' up her dress
    Nick winked, "hey, kid, you'll write a song about this someday when you're sober"
    It was gettin' on for dawn
    She said, "i think my husband will be home
    But thank you for such a literary evening."
    "you're very welcome, dear, please come again
    We always do the best we can
    Everyone's coming down the bells of hell."
    I wish i could go back down to the bells of hell
    Ah, malachy, take me back down to the bells of hell.

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    Composición: Larry Kirwan

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