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The Sun and the Moon - The Pogues
They snakes they can crawl
And the cheetahs they can bawl
And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter
But if you are so proud
As to say that's not allowed
We will get sick and choke ourselves
With laughter
And the girlfriends that you knew
To whom you promised to be true
We'll have their sisters
Hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise
Rotting from the grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
And this bitter desert wind
Will come ripping through your skin
And everything that's calm will turn to madness
And all of your fake tears
Will come whirling down the years
And what was kind and warm will come to sadness
And the sun and the moon
Will come begging at your door
The stars will turn to rust
And drop from the skies
And everybody will soon be asking you for more
And everybody will be telling lies
And the girlfriends that you knew
To whom you promised to be true
We'll have their sisters
Hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting
From the grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
And the girlfriends that you knew to
Whom you promised to be true
Will have their sisters hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from its grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
