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Black 47

アーティスト:Black 47  作詞:KIRWAN LAURENCE T  作曲:KIRWAN LAURENCE T 

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Everything is still not a chicken not a body Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land An ould wan rolls over on her back The grass stains still green upon her chin I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell May your black hearted soul rot in hell There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven In these dark and deadly days of Black 47 God's curse upon you, Lord Trevalian May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell 'Til England and its empire answer before heaven For the crimes they committed in Black 47 Paudie says "Come on now Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantom And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes" Oh God, I think I'm dyin' the fever's in my brain For can't you see that pack of children up ahead? The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the wind? God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell May your black hearted soul rot in hell There's no love left on earth


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