David Keenan - Philomena lyrics
[David Keenan - Philomena lyrics]
Brief erroneous love sanctimonious scum
The doornails are dead
Surreptitiously I read fear on the face
Of a coward in the corner
Who would sell you for buttons in a heartbeat
Who would live inside your ear in an instant
In truth I had squandered the humility
I'd hoarded for some time wilfully scorning
Consuming hard drugs and vile wine
Philomena tell me a story sing me to sleep
I've been in the wars
Without warning I walked straight
For the door
Jo Soap may yet rise from the lukewarm bed
In the clothes of a stranger I wibbled
And I wobbled and I wandered
Directly towards the holy cesspool
No, not a single sinner in sight
As the working class Magi narrates
You can take the lad out
Of the Council estate
When we were younger it always
Seemed to be sunny
We'd steal cigarettes and buy clothes
From a man in van
Philomena tell me a story sing me to sleep
I've been in the wars
Sing me to sleep
Can I stay with you during the week
We could feed the wee birds
We could feed the wee birds
The slum Queen rose up
The cracked king cried poor mouth
The slum Queen gave one look
And the crack King was crying poor mouth
Poor me, poor me, pour me a drink
Death is doing backflips feed the wee birds
We could feed the wee birds
The doornails are dead
Surreptitiously I read fear on the face
Of a coward in the corner
Who would sell you for buttons in a heartbeat
Who would live inside your ear in an instant
In truth I had squandered the humility
I'd hoarded for some time wilfully scorning
Consuming hard drugs and vile wine
Philomena tell me a story sing me to sleep
I've been in the wars
Without warning I walked straight
For the door
Jo Soap may yet rise from the lukewarm bed
In the clothes of a stranger I wibbled
And I wobbled and I wandered
Directly towards the holy cesspool
No, not a single sinner in sight
As the working class Magi narrates
You can take the lad out
Of the Council estate
When we were younger it always
Seemed to be sunny
We'd steal cigarettes and buy clothes
From a man in van
Philomena tell me a story sing me to sleep
I've been in the wars
Sing me to sleep
Can I stay with you during the week
We could feed the wee birds
We could feed the wee birds
The slum Queen rose up
The cracked king cried poor mouth
The slum Queen gave one look
And the crack King was crying poor mouth
Poor me, poor me, pour me a drink
Death is doing backflips feed the wee birds
We could feed the wee birds