I want to go there when I die I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out Raising hands and hoping, Singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by Eyes open wide like a little boy I wonder I could hear them shout, I could hear them

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

There are no more tales to be told! No more stories from battles of old! Now it seems our journey has come to an end! We are scraping the barrel my friend! For many a-year we have travelled the seas Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds!

This one's for my ride or die I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound I'll never let you down, I can't let you down Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You'd do

But nobody who wants to go And I'm stuck sitting in the front row I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow She's got tickets to her own show La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la It's easy to forget when you show up at my door But your perfect

And I don't believe him, morning is mocking me I can't control you, I don't know you well These are the reasons I think that you're ill And birds were singing to calm us down He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his

The boys of the NYPD choir For Christmas day And the bells were ringing out Still singing "Galway Bay" It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

Lower than deep, oh Doing it wrong, oh Anywhere you want Singing along, oh I'm higher than high, oh And singing along, oh Did they tell you, you should grow up When you wanted to dream. Did they warn you, better shape up

Boat to an island on the wall Shooting season's open To be aware Future singing in the field A hand striking in slow motion To care, or not to care To be there In the distant and uncertain In an old Iberian hotel room