Текст песни: Pogues - Down In The Ground Where The Dead Men Go



Hello boys I`ve been away on a bit of a holiday

To the land where the rivers freely flow

And the cattle roam on the wild callagh

Walking home three parts pissed

I fell and rolled in the morning mist

I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass

That tells the tale of a terrible past

I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell

Down in the depths of a freezing hell

[???]

[???]

[???]

Gonna wrap me up and take me away

Four million people starved to death

Could smell the curse on their dying breath

Where no one ever wants to go



Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go



To hell which is circular all around

Down in the belly of the big cold ground

The moving shadows were everywhere

The very trees seemed to bend and stare

I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore

Ran and screamed `til I could run no more

Over the hill and across the moor

I ran in the house and slammed the door

Just what the hell`s that over there

A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair

One place I don`t want to go



Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go



Been drunk as a skunk since I`ve been home

From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed

I can`t forget those things I saw

Been down with the devil in the Dalling [?]

One place I don`t want to go



Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

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Hello boys I`ve been away on a bit of a holiday

To the land where the rivers freely flow

And the cattle roam on the wild callagh

Walking home three parts pissed

I fell and rolled in the morning mist

I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass

That tells the tale of a terrible past

I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell

Down in the depths of a freezing hell

[???]

[???]

[???]

Gonna wrap me up and take me away

Four million people starved to death

Could smell the curse on their dying breath

Where no one ever wants to go



Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go



To hell which is circular all around

Down in the belly of the big cold ground

The moving shadows were everywhere

The very trees seemed to bend and stare

I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore

Ran and screamed `til I could run no more

Over the hill and across the moor

I ran in the house and slammed the door

Just what the hell`s that over there

A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair

One place I don`t want to go



Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go



Been drunk as a skunk since I`ve been home

From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed

I can`t forget those things I saw

Been down with the devil in the Dalling [?]

One place I don`t want to go



Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

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