The Ol' Beggars Bush

Stuck on limbo bridge

Where below me ol’ Nick grins

Then laughs through the chaos of it all

Gets up off his chair

Spins a jig to my despair

He can’t wait to count the times where I went wrong

Underneath the bush, lay a beggar out of luck

On his lips, was a taste he forgets

His hopes were filled with sand

That he watched fall through his hand

Every grain, was a lifetime of regret

So go and bow your head and weep

For your world won’t change while you sleep

Yeah, go and bow your head and weep

For the summer that was lost, now is gone

Yeah, the summer that was lost and now is gone

Fertile Mrs. Moore had thirteen kids

But still looked good

Till her ol’ man jumped leave on a ship

She never read a book

But by Christ she understood

That the meanin’ of life

Starts in bed

So go and bow your head and weep

For your world won’t change while you sleep

Yeah, go and bow your head and weep

For the summer that was lost, now is gone

Killer Kilbain kicked me senseless everyday

I hope that bastard is beneath a head of stone

Where I’d dance upon his grave

For all the madness I now crave

While the scars that remain are still a curse

So I’m stuck on a limbo bridge

Where below me ol’ Nick grins

Then laughs through the chaos of it all

Gets up off his chair

Spins a jig to my despair

He can’t wait to count the times where I went wrong

Yeah, he can’t wait to count the times where I went wrong