Epitaph Testo

Bad luck just weaves through the city
But it's keeping away from us
We move out a cone through the traffic
and Water Street is humming along
But me and Cecilia singing
and banging on the dashboard in time
Sing words on her father's gravestone
He's there in the humid light
Singing
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you

Now good luck's in town for the weekend
So we stumble around until dawn
And daylight just melts through the marrow
and the morning birds are humming along
Me and Cecilia singing
and stamping on the asphalt to prove
We're the children of strength and vigour
and we were born in the morning blue
Singing

Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let the bastard grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you down

Jesus Murphy, and its Ava Maria
Crying send me the courage Sing let me be delivered
Cause there's devils among us
There's devils living among us
Some have not got their teeth up
Some are ashes in your dust
and they're rotting your freeways
Locking they're front doors at dusk
and they're rasing their familes and
They're raising their fingers at us
But this is a good town
But this here is a heavy ancient thing
This is a new land
This is a thing you'll never see


And you're all Jesus Murphy, and it's Ava Maria
Crying "Send me the courage!"
Sing "Let me be delivered!"

Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let the bastards grind you

Bad luck just weaves through the city
But it's keeping away from us