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Black 47 - Black 47 lyrics
Everything is still not a chicken not a body
 Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain
 And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land
 An ould wan rolls over on her back
 The grass stains still green upon her chin
 I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind
 God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell
 May your black hearted soul rot in hell
 There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven
 In these dark and deadly days of Black 47
 God's curse upon you, Lord Trevalian
 May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
 'Til England and its empire answer before heaven
 For the crimes they committed in Black 47
 Paudie says "Come on now
 Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantom
 And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes"
 Oh God, I think I'm dyin' the fever's in my brain
 For can't you see that pack of children up ahead?
 The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins
 Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the wind?
 God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell
 May your black hearted soul rot in hell
 There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heavenBlack 47 - Black 47 - http://motolyrics.com/black-47/black-47-lyrics.html
 In these dark and deadly days of Black 47
 God's curse upon you, Lord Trevalian
 May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
 'Til England and its empire answer under heaven
 For the crimes they committed in Black 47
[Incomprehensible]
 Darlin' Paudie save me, I think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin'
 Don't let me die here in a ditch
 If the hunger doesn't get me the fever surely will
 Paudie took me up and threw me across his shoulders
 He nursed me every day 'til we reached Amerikay
 Screamin' and shoutin' like two madmen at the wind
 God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell
 May your black hearted soul rot in hell
 There's no love left on earth, God is dead in heaven
 In the dark and deadly days of Black 47
 God's curse upon you, Lord Trevalian
 May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
 'Til England and its empire answer under heaven
 For the crimes they committed in Black 47
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