Lyrics Association.

Through the gates of hell!
As we make our way to heaven,
Through the Nazi lines -
Primo Victoria!

We've been training for years
Now we're ready to strike
As the great operation begins
We're the first wave on the shore
We're the first ones to fall
Yet soldiers have fallen before

In the dawn they will pay
With their lives as the price
History's written today
In this burning inferno
Know that nothing remains
As our forces advance on the beach

Aiming for heaven, though serving in hell
Victory is ours! Their forces will fall!

Through the gates of hell!
As we make our way to heaven,
Through the Nazi lines -
Primo Victoria!

edited 24th Feb '16 5:44:09 PM by Noaqiyeum

Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's Heaven and Hell, oh well

The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell, fool, fool!

Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it's on and on, on and on and on....

They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's Heaven and Hell, oh well
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's Heaven and Hell, oh no!
Fool, fool!
You've got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool!
Look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!

See the moon slink down in the sky, darling
Let your fantasies fly, darling
Life is cold, and the game is old

Just see how virtue repays you:
You turn, and someone betrays you
Betray him first, and the game's reversed!

For we all are caught in the middle
Of one long treacherous riddle
Can I trust you? Should you trust me too?
We shamble on through this hell
Taking all your secrets to sell
Til there comes a day
When we sell our souls away!

Through the mist, your lover is beckoning;
Comes that moment of reckoning
Faces change, even smiles grow strange

And we all have so many faces
The real self often erases
Enticing lies flicker through our eyes

Feel the terror draw ever nearer,
The more you stare in the mirror!
But hold your own - face the wind alone!
Reel on, love - toughen your scars!
Year by year, we're falling like stars!
Til there comes a day
When we sell our souls away!

Can I run to you? Are you true to me?
I'll do unto you as you do to me!
And we slowly learn
Someone has to burn -
Better you than me!

Oh, every Judas once loved a Jesus
But finally treason will seize us
And only fools follow Golden Rules!

We all are caught in the middle
Of one long treacherous riddle!
But who'll trust who?
Maybe I'll trust you...
But can you trust me?
Wait and see!

Riddler, Riddler ask me why
The birds fly free on a mackerel sky
Ask me whither goes the winds
Whence the endlesstick-tick stream begins

Make me guess if the Earth is flat or round
Set a guessing if fantasies are unbound
If tale aren't just for children to see
That it's peace is sleep walks with me

As you wish
For kingdom come
The one to know all the answers
You think you dwell in wisdom's sea
Still, sweet ignorance is the key
To a poet's paradise
Challenge the Riddler and you will see

Riddler, Riddler ask me why
All mothers beneath the Earth and sky
Hold theait children's hands for a while
Their hearts forever... yours and mine

Make me wonder what's the meaning of life
What's the use to be born and then die
Make me guess who's the one
Behind the mask of Father and Son

[Repeat chorus]

For nature hates virginity
I wish to be touched
Not by the hands of where's and why's
But by the Ocean's minds

[Repeat chorus]

"There must be some kind of way out of here, "
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Business men – they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited, "
The thief – he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late."

All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare-foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey.

Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like."
Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952."

"And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems,
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme."
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill, they did ride.

Oh, says James to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.

Now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride."

"Come down, come down, Red Molly," called Sergeant McRae
"For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside."

When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said, "I'll give you my Vincent to ride."

Says James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves's won't do
Ahh, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52."

Oh, he reached for her hand then he slipped her the keys
He said, "I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels, in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home."

And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride.

Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
Andwent to Detroit working on a 'sembly line...
The first year they had me putting wheels on Cadillacs.
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by,
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.

One day, I devised myself a plan,
That should be the envy of most any man:
I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand.
Now getting caught meant getting fired,
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired,
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.

I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me a dime!
You'll know it's me when I come through your town!
I'm gonna ride around in style,
I'm gonna drive everybody wild,
'Cause I'll have the only one there is around!

So the very next day, when I punched in
With my big lunchbox and with help from my friends,
I left that day with a lunch box full of gears.
Now, I never considered myself a thief,
But GM wouldn't miss just one little piece -
Especially if I strung it out over several years.

The first day I got me a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all of the chrome.
The little things I could get in my big lunchbox,
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks,
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.

Now, up to now my plan went all right
'Til we tried to put it all together one night
And that's when we noticed that something was definitely wrong.
The transmission was a '53
And the motor turned out to be a '73
And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone.

So we drilled it out so that it would fit
And with a little bit of help with an adaptor kit
We had that engine running just like a song!
Now the headlight was another sight
We had two on the left and one on the right
But when we pulled out the switch all three of 'em come on.

The back end looked kinda funny too,
But we put it together and when we got through -
Well, that's when we noticed that we only had one tail-fin.
About that time my wife walked out,
And I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts,
But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin."

So we drove up town just to get the tags
And I headed her right on down main drag
I could hear everybody laughin' for blocks around...
But up there at the court house they didn't laugh,
'Cause to type it up it took the whole staff,
And when they got through the title weighed sixty pounds.

I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me a dime!
You'll know it's me when I come through your town!
I'm gonna ride around in style,
I'm gonna drive everybody wild,
'Cause I'll have the only one there is around!

Once again I have you to thank for introducing more songs to me, Noaq. Although...I am reminded of a certain Soviet-era joke...

The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut,
Which eventually pulled out the Ford—
With some difficulty.

Well, more rain than we'd seen for a thousand years
Caused financial joys and biblical fears,
It caused some smiles, it caused some tears,
But more to the point of our story
For the first time in the collective memory,
That old brown prairie that had been so dry for so long was very muddy,
Boggy and sticky.

We'd pull one truck out and get another stuck in
And motors would roar and tires would spin
We'd sink right down, down to the diff, and we'd all take turns and do it again
Till no one could move, we'd call one more friend.
"Come on out here, we need you. Bring your truck."

The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
And the Dodge.

They got me stuck in the mud, so we couldn't rehearse
And Chavez too has missed his work
Richie, he now fears the worst, he stood up his ex-wife; she called him a jerk.
'Course, Holman didn't have nothing better do to. 'Cept ranch. (Hyah!)

The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford.

Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck
'cept the big old four by Hutterite truck
We all thought, lord, are we in luck!
But he wouldn't come anywhere near us.
Mighty neighborly, mighty neighborly.

So we used a lot of our backs, a little of our brains
We jacked up the jacks, and snugged up the chains,
We all did our very best to refrain from shovelin'.
We put what timber we had underneath the wheels
And we was all out of sand, but managed to steal
Two sacks of the best modern canola seed you ever did see,
That oughta give us some traction.

The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford.

We spilled genetically modified canola seed
That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds
And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil
Agriculture Canada is definitely gonna be looking for us...

Rule #1, you've gotta have fun, but you gotta be the first to run.

You're welcome! ^_^ And,

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

1789. How does the bastard orphan
Immigrant decorated war vet
Unite the colonies through more debt?
Fight the other founding fathers til he has to forfeit?
Have it all, lose it all
You ready for more yet?
Treasury Secretary. Washington’s the President
Ev’ry American experiment sets a precedent
Not so fast. Someone came along to resist him
Pissed him off until we had a two-party system
You haven’t met him yet, you haven’t had the chance
'cause he’s been kickin’ ass as the ambassador to France
But someone’s gotta keep the American promise
You simply must meet Thomas. Thomas!

Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home Lord he’s
Been off in Paris for so long!

France is following us to revolution
There is no more status quo
But the sun comes up
And the world still spins

I helped Lafayette draft a declaration
Then I said, ‘I gotta go
I gotta be in Monticello.’
Now the work at home begins.

So what’d I miss?
What’d I miss?
Virginia, my home sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss.
I’ve been in Paris meeting lots of different ladies,
I guess I basic’lly missed the late eighties,
I traveled the wide, wide world and came back to this.

There’s a letter on my desk from the President
Haven’t even put my bags down yet
Sally be a lamb, darlin’, won’tcha open it?
It says the President’s assembling a cabinet
And that I am to be the Secretary of State, great!
And that I’m already Senate-approved.
I just got home and now I’m headed up to New York.

Oh, come back proud Canadians, to before you had TV
No hockey nights in Canada! There was no CBC!
In 1812, Madison was mad - he was the President, you know
He thought he'd tell the British where they ought to go
He thought he'd invade Canada! He thought that he was tough!
Instead, we went to Washington... and burned down all his stuff!

Those hillbillies from Kentucky, dressed in green and red,
Left home to fight in Canada, but they returned home dead.
It's the only war the Yankees lost, except for Vietnam!
(And also the Alamo!)
Right! And the Bay of... Ham.
The loser was America! The winner was ourselves!
So join right in and gloat about the War of 1812!

Add a double-backslash to the end of each line you want a single line break after. :)

edited 3rd Jun '16 9:08:34 PM by Noaqiyeum

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of November come stealin' The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin' Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

(It's not really a war song, but for some reason "The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald" popped to mind)

The guests are stood in silence
They stare and drink their wine
On the wall the canvas hangs
Frozen there in time
They marvel at the beauty
The horror and despair
At the wake of the Medusa
No one shed a tear

Sit my friends and listen
Put your glasses down
Sit my friends and listen
To the voices of the drowned

In the moonlight's ghostly glow
I waken in a dream
Once more upon that raft I stand
Upon a raging sea
In my ears the moans and screams
Of the dying ring
Somewhere in the darkness
The siren softly sings

Out there in the waves she stands
And smiling there she calls
As the lightning cracks the sky
The wind begins to howl

The architects of our doom
Around their tables sit
And in their thrones of power
Condemn those they've cast adrift
Echoes down the city street
Their harpies laughter rings
Waiting for the curtain call
Oblivious in the wings

The casket is empty
Abandon ye all hope
They ran off with the money
And left us with the rope

"The wake of the Medusa" by The Pogues

edited 4th Jun '16 3:17:09 PM by TheOneWhoTropes

Let never a man, a wooing wend
That lacketh things^* Or Thing-es as they say it in the song proper. three:
A store of gold, an open heart,
and full of charity.
And this was seen of King Henry
Though he lay quite alone,
For he's taken him to a haunted hall
Seven miles from the town.

He's chased the deer now him before
And the doe down by the den
Till the fattest buck in all the flock
King Henry he has slain.
His huntsman followed him to the hall
To make them burly cheer,
When loud the wind was heard to sound,
And an earthquake rocked the floor.

And darkness coverd all the hall
Where they sat at their meat
The grey dogs, yowling, left their food
And crept to Henry's feet.
And louder howled the rising wind
And burst the fastened door,
And in there came a grisly ghost
Stamping on the floor.

Her head hit the roof-tree of the house,
Her middle you could not span,
Each frightened huntsman fled the hall
And left the king alone,
Her teeth were like the tether stakes,
Her nose like club or mell,
And nothing less she seemed to be
Than a fiend that comes from hell.

Some meat, some meat, you King Henry
Some meat you give to me,
Go kill your horse you King Henry
And bring him here to me;
He's gone and slain his berry brown steed
Though it made his heart full sore
For she's eaten up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but hide and hair.

More meat, more meat, you King Henry,
More meat you give to me,
Go kill your greyhounds King Henry
And bring them here to me;
He's gone and slain his good grey-hounds,
It made his heart full sore,
For she's eaten up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but hide and hair.

More meat, more meat you King Henry,
More meat you give to me,
Go fell your goss-hawks^* That's a type of raptor, for those wondering., King Henry,
And bring them here to me. And when he's slain his gay goss-hawks,
It made his heart full sore,
For she's eaten them up, both skin and bone,
Left nothing but feathers bare.

Some drink, some drink you King Henry,
Some drink you give to me,
You you sew up your horse's hide,
And bring in a drink to me;
And he's sewn up the bloody hide,
And a pint of wine put in,
And she's drank it up all in one draught,
Left never a drop therein.

A bed, a bed now King Henry,
A bed you'll make for me.
Oh you must pull the heather green
And make it soft for me;
And pulled has he the heather green
And made for her a bed,
and taken has he his gay mantle
And o'er it he has spread.

Take off your clothes, now King Henry,
And lie down by my side.
Now swear, now swear, you King Henry,
To take me for your bride!
"Oh God forbid" says King Henry,
"That ever the like betide
That ever a fiend that comes from hell
Should stretch down by my side."

When the night was gone, and the day was come,
And the sun shone through the hall,
The fairest lady that ever was seen
Lay between him and the wall.
I've met with many a gentle knight,
That gave me such a fill,
But never before with a courteous knight
That gave me all my will.

-Steeleye Span - King Henry.

Merrily we sailed along, though the waves were plenty strong,
Down the twisting river Rhine, following a song...
Legend's faded storyline tried to warn us all -
Oh, they called her Loreley - careful or you'll fall!

Oh, the stories we were told - quite a vision to behold!
Mysteries of the seas, in her eyes of gold
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley

And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley

You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies from Loreley
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand,
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land

Oh, the song of Loreley charms the moon right from the sky -
She will get inside your mind, lovely Loreley!
When she cries "Be with me until the end of time"
You know you will ever be with your Loreley...

And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

edited 11th Aug '16 1:14:38 PM by Noaqiyeum

You are the ocean's gray waves,

destined to seek

Life beyond the shore just out of reach,

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time

The path is yours to climb.

In the white light, a hand reaches through;

A double-edged blade cuts your heart in two

Waking dreams fade away,

Embrace the brand-new day.

Sing with me a song of birthrights and love

The light scatters to the sky above.

Dawn breaks through the gloom, white as a bone

Lost in thoughts all alone

You are the ocean's gray waves, destined to seek

Life beyond the shore just out of reach,

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time

The path is yours to climb.

Embrace the dark you call a home,

Gaze upon an empty, white throne

A legacy of lies,

A familiar disguise.

Sing with me a song of conquest and fate

The black pillar cracks beneath its weight

Night breaks through the day, hard as a stone

Lost in thoughts all alone.

The path you walk on belongs to destiny, just let it flow

All of your joy and your pain will fall like the tide, let it flow.

Life is not just filled with happiness, nor sorrow

Even the thorn in your heart, in time it may become a rose.

A burdened heart sinks into the ground

A veil falls away without a sound

Not day nor night, wrong nor right

For truth and peace you fight.

Sing with me a song of silence and blood

The rain falls, but can't wash away the mud

Within my ancient heart dwells madness and pride

Can no one hear my cry?

You are the ocean's gray waves, destined to seek

Life beyond the shore just out of reach,

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time

The path is yours to climb.

You are the ocean's gray waves.

edited 11th Aug '16 2:39:06 PM by Revaryk

We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever

Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee, into the blue memory

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever

A siren from the deep came to me
He sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be

The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love n' loss

Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me

Take me!
Cure me!
Kill me!
Bring me home!
Every way!
Every day!
Just another loop in the hangman's noose

Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep

Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast

Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I'll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
You were the one to cut me
So I'll bleed forever

A kite above a graveyard grey;
At the end of the line, far, far away,
A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe

Oh, how beautiful it used to be,
Just you and me, far beyond the sea
The waters, scarce in motion, quivering still

At the end of the river, the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here, weary traveller, rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes!

Good journey, love, time to go
I checked your teeth and warmed your toes
In the horizon I see them coming for you

The mermaid grace, the forever call -
Beauty in a spyglass on an old man’s porch
The mermaids you turned loose brought back your tears

At the end of the river, the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here, weary traveller, rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes

Wandering child of the earth

Do you know just how much you're worth?

You have walked this path since your birth

You were destined for more

There are those who'll tell you you're wrong

They will try to to silence your song

But right here is where you belong

So don't search anymore

You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of grey

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day

In your eyes there is doubt

As you try to figure it out

But that's not what life is about

So have faith there's a way

Though the world may try to define you

It can't take the light that's inside you

So don't you dare try to hide

Let your fears fade away

You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of grey

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day

You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of grey

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

Soon you'll finally find your own way

Hey, guys, I think it's supposed to be maybe one or two lines, not entire songs.

If I could
Baby I'd give you my world
Open up
Everything's waiting for you

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way

edited 27th Dec '16 7:17:44 AM by BlackMageAnolis

Oh. Sorry.

Thank you. Good night. Congrats to you. Goodbye to us. Best regards here on out, 'kay?

The answer I repeat, Every goodbye, The emotions I realized, Embrace nothing but them.

The answer I repeat, Every goodbye, The emotions I realized, Embrace nothing but them.

It's been "post as many lines as you like" for quite a while now; my logic has been that a lot of the time the last song reminds me of several different parts of a song, and posting more of a song provides more of an opportunity for the next person to recognise something familiar.

Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene
Goodnight, Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Irene, did you say...

Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
Might even raise just a little sand
Cause I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child...

It's technically not a direct lyric association, but "Irene" instantly calls up that scene, with the chatter of rotors and Jimi Hendrix spooling up in the background.

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town.

Theme of chopping things down.

edited 1st May '17 3:44:34 PM by TheOneWhoTropes