The Skels - Blood in the pub

I walked down the road that led me away

Away from you alone and astray

I drank me a gallon to atone for my sins

Adrift in a tide of whiskey and gin



From the north to the south the west to the east

Into the jaws of death and the belly of the beast

I’ve been drunk I’ve been sober, near death and hung over

A thief in the night, a rake and a rover



All is lost

All is lost

In the shadows I remain ‘neath the weight of this cross

Hear the cries

Hear the screams

There’s blood in the pub and death in the street

There’s blood in the pub and death in the street



I heard me a sound from long, long ago

It echoed, reverberated, clung to my soul

By the watchful eye of the New Jersey moon

She called out to me like a voice from the tomb



There were geezers and cheaters, a preacher or two

Inebriates who suffered from Lucifer’s brew

There were gallows and wire, let them dangle and burn

May the crows peck out their eyes and paradise will burn