Direktlänk till inlägg 19 december 2009
Billy's BonesBy Shane MacGowan (1985)*** är en text Yours Truly inte blir av med... den rann upp i huv´et för ett par dar sedan, och där stannade den kvar... Förmodligen för att den reflekterar krigets absoluta meningslöshet... och all mänsklig dårskap... eller något annat. Här är den i alla fall:Billy ran around with the rare old crew*And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue*We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew*Where Billy's bones are resting now*Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee*And he took him down from six foot to five foot three*Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi*That copper won't be having any family*Hey Billy son where are you now*Don't you know that we need you now*With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow*Where are Billy's bones resting now*Billy went away with the peace-keeping force*'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course*Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan*Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run*When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun*Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta*And they ran like Shiites*One night Billy had a rare old time,*Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line*Came back to camp not looking too pretty*Never even got to see the Holy City*Now Billy's out there in the desert sun*And his mother cries when the morning comes*And there's mothers crying all over this world*For their poor dead darling boys and girls*Have a Billy holiday*Born on a Monday*Married on a Tuesday*Drunk on a Wednesday*Got plugged on a Thursday*Sick on a Friday*Died on a Saturday*Buried on a Sunday*
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