Turkish Song Of The Damned Lyrics
| Song | Turkish Song Of The Damned |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Dirty Old Town - The Platinum Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Finer, MacGowan | |
| I come old friend from Hell tonight | |
| Across the rotting sea | |
| Nor the nails of the cross | |
| Nor the blood of Christ | |
| Can bring you help this eve | |
| The dead have come to claim a debt from thee | |
| They stand outside your door | |
| Four score and three | |
| Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind | |
| Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand | |
| Wailing away on the wall on the strand | |
| As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned | |
| You remember when the ship went down | |
| You left me on the deck | |
| The captain's corpse jumped up | |
| And threw his arms around my neck | |
| For all these years I've had him on my back | |
| This debt cannot be paid with all your jack | |
| And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white | |
| This shadow hanging over me | |
| Is no trick of the light | |
| The spectre on my back will soon be free | |
| The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |
| zuo ci : Finer, MacGowan | |
| I come old friend from Hell tonight | |
| Across the rotting sea | |
| Nor the nails of the cross | |
| Nor the blood of Christ | |
| Can bring you help this eve | |
| The dead have come to claim a debt from thee | |
| They stand outside your door | |
| Four score and three | |
| Did you keep a watch for the dead man' s wind | |
| Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand | |
| Wailing away on the wall on the strand | |
| As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned | |
| You remember when the ship went down | |
| You left me on the deck | |
| The captain' s corpse jumped up | |
| And threw his arms around my neck | |
| For all these years I' ve had him on my back | |
| This debt cannot be paid with all your jack | |
| And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white | |
| This shadow hanging over me | |
| Is no trick of the light | |
| The spectre on my back will soon be free | |
| The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |
| zuò cí : Finer, MacGowan | |
| I come old friend from Hell tonight | |
| Across the rotting sea | |
| Nor the nails of the cross | |
| Nor the blood of Christ | |
| Can bring you help this eve | |
| The dead have come to claim a debt from thee | |
| They stand outside your door | |
| Four score and three | |
| Did you keep a watch for the dead man' s wind | |
| Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand | |
| Wailing away on the wall on the strand | |
| As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned | |
| You remember when the ship went down | |
| You left me on the deck | |
| The captain' s corpse jumped up | |
| And threw his arms around my neck | |
| For all these years I' ve had him on my back | |
| This debt cannot be paid with all your jack | |
| And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white | |
| This shadow hanging over me | |
| Is no trick of the light | |
| The spectre on my back will soon be free | |
| The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |
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