David Keenan - James Dean lyrics
[David Keenan - James Dean lyrics]
It stabbed me in the chest
Like the pimp prudent's knife
Into poor wandering Becket under a
Mother of Pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled
Cursing all in reel and rhyme
While feeling out of sorts like a road
Sweeper dressed up to the nines
As the multi-colored kite over
Shoulders taking flight
And the local matador gives two fingers
To the girl next door
I had a dream that James Dean
Was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life
Working for Irish rail
And in me father's clothes with a bloody
Nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?"
There by the slot machine
There's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
And the disciples from the street
They all burst in through open doors
And the creaking of the chairs and
The running down the stairs pure ecstasy
The circus master smiles pointing his
Finger at the mime
I hear the distant call of a boy named
Paul who was taken before his time
And all the precious stones or the
Mongrel's bone won't entice me
You silly child
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold
And your mother cursed you blind
And the backdoor man feels wrong for
Switching off when signing on
And the double-jointed thief wins an
Award for pure indecency
I had a dream that James Dean
Was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life
Working for Irish rail
And in me father's clothes with a bloody
Nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?"
There by the slot machine
There's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
Then the disciples from the street
They all burst in through open doors
And the creaking of the chairs and
The running down the stairs pure ecstasy
I had a dream that James Dean
Was alive and well today
He's working for Irish rail
Like the pimp prudent's knife
Into poor wandering Becket under a
Mother of Pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled
Cursing all in reel and rhyme
While feeling out of sorts like a road
Sweeper dressed up to the nines
As the multi-colored kite over
Shoulders taking flight
And the local matador gives two fingers
To the girl next door
I had a dream that James Dean
Was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life
Working for Irish rail
And in me father's clothes with a bloody
Nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?"
There by the slot machine
There's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
And the disciples from the street
They all burst in through open doors
And the creaking of the chairs and
The running down the stairs pure ecstasy
The circus master smiles pointing his
Finger at the mime
I hear the distant call of a boy named
Paul who was taken before his time
And all the precious stones or the
Mongrel's bone won't entice me
You silly child
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold
And your mother cursed you blind
And the backdoor man feels wrong for
Switching off when signing on
And the double-jointed thief wins an
Award for pure indecency
I had a dream that James Dean
Was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life
Working for Irish rail
And in me father's clothes with a bloody
Nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?"
There by the slot machine
There's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
Then the disciples from the street
They all burst in through open doors
And the creaking of the chairs and
The running down the stairs pure ecstasy
I had a dream that James Dean
Was alive and well today
He's working for Irish rail