ログイン  | 新規登録
歌詞投稿コミュニティ「プチリリ」

TOP > 歌詞 > Bells Of Hell
Bells Of Hell

アーティスト:Black 47 

  • お気に入り登録




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." 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


投稿者: PetitLyrics
プチリリ再生回数:0





日本語English

利用規約プライバシーポリシー許諾情報運営会社お問い合わせヘルプ
© 2024 SyncPower Corporation


Page
Top