Tosspint Lyrics
| Song | Tosspint |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Pogue Mahone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Finer | |
| Tosspint rises early | |
| Sprung from a nightmare's claw | |
| Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
| The mist is on the moor | |
| Tosspint cries from croaking gills | |
| Thank God | |
| I'm not forsaken | |
| From the hellish depths of sleep | |
| At last I am awaken | |
| Tosspint flushed his kidneys | |
| And rained a golden shower | |
| Pleased to piss a good pot full | |
| He shat upon the hour | |
| Tosspint filled his belly | |
| With tripe and ox's tongue | |
| A sucking pig stuffed with figs | |
| Into his guts he flung | |
| Full belly and the dance is merry | |
| Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Tosspint drinks lustily | |
| And pees against the sun | |
| All around the hoary oak | |
| The laughing maidens run | |
| Tosspint warms his codpiece | |
| To the flour adds the yeast | |
| In the field by | |
| Tanner's Mill | |
| He plays to two-backed beast | |
| Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
| Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Full belly and the dance is merry | |
| Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Tosspint fell foul of dogma | |
| And slipped into schism | |
| The trial was quick, the sky grew dark | |
| They led him from the prison | |
| Tied him to a stake of oak | |
| Lit a fire of wood and coke | |
| The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!" | |
| The bells rang out "Tosspint's croaked!" | |
| Tosspint under flaming sky | |
| Walks through the fires of | |
| Hell Where bestial demons threw the damned | |
| Screaming as they fell | |
| Into pits of burning coals | |
| Tosspint throws up his last bowl | |
| And mingled with the soup | |
| His soul Tosspint rises early | |
| Sprung from a nightmare's claw | |
| Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
| The mist is on the moor | |
| Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
| Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum |
| zuo ci : Finer | |
| Tosspint rises early | |
| Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
| Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
| The mist is on the moor | |
| Tosspint cries from croaking gills | |
| Thank God | |
| I' m not forsaken | |
| From the hellish depths of sleep | |
| At last I am awaken | |
| Tosspint flushed his kidneys | |
| And rained a golden shower | |
| Pleased to piss a good pot full | |
| He shat upon the hour | |
| Tosspint filled his belly | |
| With tripe and ox' s tongue | |
| A sucking pig stuffed with figs | |
| Into his guts he flung | |
| Full belly and the dance is merry | |
| Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Tosspint drinks lustily | |
| And pees against the sun | |
| All around the hoary oak | |
| The laughing maidens run | |
| Tosspint warms his codpiece | |
| To the flour adds the yeast | |
| In the field by | |
| Tanner' s Mill | |
| He plays to twobacked beast | |
| Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
| Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Full belly and the dance is merry | |
| Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Tosspint fell foul of dogma | |
| And slipped into schism | |
| The trial was quick, the sky grew dark | |
| They led him from the prison | |
| Tied him to a stake of oak | |
| Lit a fire of wood and coke | |
| The crowd sang out " His bacon' s smoked!" | |
| The bells rang out " Tosspint' s croaked!" | |
| Tosspint under flaming sky | |
| Walks through the fires of | |
| Hell Where bestial demons threw the damned | |
| Screaming as they fell | |
| Into pits of burning coals | |
| Tosspint throws up his last bowl | |
| And mingled with the soup | |
| His soul Tosspint rises early | |
| Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
| Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
| The mist is on the moor | |
| Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
| Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum |
| zuò cí : Finer | |
| Tosspint rises early | |
| Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
| Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
| The mist is on the moor | |
| Tosspint cries from croaking gills | |
| Thank God | |
| I' m not forsaken | |
| From the hellish depths of sleep | |
| At last I am awaken | |
| Tosspint flushed his kidneys | |
| And rained a golden shower | |
| Pleased to piss a good pot full | |
| He shat upon the hour | |
| Tosspint filled his belly | |
| With tripe and ox' s tongue | |
| A sucking pig stuffed with figs | |
| Into his guts he flung | |
| Full belly and the dance is merry | |
| Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Tosspint drinks lustily | |
| And pees against the sun | |
| All around the hoary oak | |
| The laughing maidens run | |
| Tosspint warms his codpiece | |
| To the flour adds the yeast | |
| In the field by | |
| Tanner' s Mill | |
| He plays to twobacked beast | |
| Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
| Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Full belly and the dance is merry | |
| Where hunger reigns no strength obtains | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum | |
| Tosspint fell foul of dogma | |
| And slipped into schism | |
| The trial was quick, the sky grew dark | |
| They led him from the prison | |
| Tied him to a stake of oak | |
| Lit a fire of wood and coke | |
| The crowd sang out " His bacon' s smoked!" | |
| The bells rang out " Tosspint' s croaked!" | |
| Tosspint under flaming sky | |
| Walks through the fires of | |
| Hell Where bestial demons threw the damned | |
| Screaming as they fell | |
| Into pits of burning coals | |
| Tosspint throws up his last bowl | |
| And mingled with the soup | |
| His soul Tosspint rises early | |
| Sprung from a nightmare' s claw | |
| Thrice crows the dawn cock | |
| The mist is on the moor | |
| Twist the spigot, close the hole | |
| Stoke the fire and blow the coal | |
| The wheel spins, the gurdy hums | |
| Ring the bells and beat the drum |
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