I was walking down the backstreets Just in case of breaking time All I carried was a bottle Of some Russian stuff with lime Corner-crash Christ an angel Kind of non-earth Christian eyes Like the famous snake tricked Adam I swallowed all your lies
Oh sweet Peggy You treated me like a whore You are definitely no angel Mrs. Peggy Lettermore
Took a seat down at the staircase We shared names like people use You gave my lips a hello kiss And I shared you my booze We kissed and consumed the liquor Night turned dark and cold like hell I said if you want my company We can move for my hotel
Hand in hand inside the doorway Where we went in to the bar An old drunk played his mandolin And his father the guitar She said honey give me shelter I can't stand those playing wracks If you do this evening free My hand to God, I'll pay you back
It was early in the 4.th round The alcohol attacked And the last thing I remember She was dancing on my back I screamed "this kind of love's forever She said perfect for a change Such a corner-crash in Galway We can never rearrange