Jeremiah Brimstone Band - John Bigot's Blues | Текст песни

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The dim-lit bar across the town hall
is a place where men and women lose their souls,
and to my mind a place to pay a call,
a real palace of philanderers and whores —
and to its brown bar I am chained
with a thirsty soul and conscience stained, oh no.

It was the Reverend Smit who told me all about sin,
the Devil’s Hoof and the brimstone down in hell —
mouth like a claw he tore it from within,
said, “Your soul is safe as long’s your heart’s a cell.”
Well, my heart is locked, my soul is safe,
and I make sure you scum behave, hey-ho.

Your look into my eyes I cannot bear —
you see, with love I’ve been unlucky and undone.
It’s a dirty business, Love, so just beware:
you don’t ever return here once you’ve gone.
Why don't you move along,
why don't you just get out of here...

So many nights I’ve judged the room from here,
picked out those mangy bastards I should show —
I’ve got the Word, and you’ve got ears;
if all else fails there is this blade I hold.
I am the man to purify
the world of crimes and scum and lies, hey-ho.

This misfit came up to me through the din:
I said, “O whoreson, would you deal with me?”
and explained to him the nature of his sins
and I’m proud to say he saw it finally:
blood on his lips, knife in his heart,
he shut his eyes and cried at last, “O Lord!”

I often wonder what a man must be
to take the measure of eternity.
You know I'm righteous, yet I fear:
Some fucking thing is wrapped up tight in here
and I can’t make out its name,
I can’t make out his name, my dear.

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