Subject: LYR ADD: Demolition Dan (States of Decay)
From:
Ezio
Date: 26 Jan 98 - 09:26 AM
DEMOLITION DAN (STATES OF DECAY) (by Johnny Mulhern)
'Twas just before Easter, the night it was balmy
The mist stealin' in from the eastern sea
Myself and McGuigan we fell out of Cantwells
Our hands a gropin' the door of the squad
When a bright orange flame it upset the horizon
Accompanied by such a thunderous retort
We turned the car round and sped up Rathsheehan
Through mouthfuls of tea leaves we cursed and we swore.
Said McGuigan to me «are you sure those are tea leaves?»
The scene that we witnessed on cemetery hill
There were coffins and gravestones all over the roadside
And corpses in various states of decay
An' all you could hear was the squad engine throbbin'
When we put in a call to the local HQ
Through the mist came a swirling a croppied young surly,
He stared at the searchlight and this he did say:
«I'm Demolition Dan, I'm your ignition man
A terrorist sent down by God to liberate ye from yeer native sod
White sepulchers beware they keep us all down here
If you get too attached to the things in this life
I'll blow your old headstone away, in the night». McGuigan tore into him boots and fists flying
Saying «Half me wife's family is buried in there»
But not a stir came from the mad bastard
Though blood was a pourin' right out of his grin
When he finally bundled him into the backseat
The night was alive with sirens and lights
Of army trucks comin' up Rathsheehan Hill
To bury the dead before coming of dawn.
For many years after his incarceration
Strange tales were related about this mad man
Some said that his father was one of the force
His mother a wayward one was buried in there
Said others the drugs and born-again Protestants
Out of America drove him insane.
But myself and McGuigan will never forget
The strange look in his face and the words he did say:
«I'm Demolition Dan, I'm your ignition sham
A terrorist sent down by God to liberate ye from yeer native sod
White sepulchers beware they keep us all down here
If you get too attached to the things in this life
I'll blow your old headstone away, in the night».
Sung by Seàn Tyrrell on «Cry of a dreamer» (1995)
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