(Shane MacGowan)
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Hello boys I've been away
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On a bit of a holiday
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To the land where the rivers freely flow
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And the cattle roam on the wild callagh
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Walking home three parts pissed
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I stumbled and fell in the morning mist
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I fell and rolled in the hungry grass
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That tells the tale of a terrible past
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I screamed and ran and dreamt I fell
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Down in the depths of a freezing hell
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Four million people starved to death
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Could smell the curse on their dying breath
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Where no one ever wants to go
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Down in the ground where the dead men go
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To hell which is circular all around
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Down in the belly of the big cold ground
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The moving shadows were everywhere
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The very trees seemed to bend and stare
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I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore
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Screamed and ran till I could run no more
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Over the fields and across the moor
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I ran in the house and slammed the door
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What the hell's that over there
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A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair
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Where no one ever wants to go
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Down in the ground where the dead men go
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Been drunk as a skunk since I've been home
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From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed
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I can't forget those things I saw
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Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road
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One place I don't want to go
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Down in the ground where the dead men go
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Down In The Ground Where The Dead Men Go
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| The Pogues |
