bad luck just weaves through the city, but it's keeping away from us we move at a crawl through the traffic and water street is humming along with me and cecilia singing and banging on the dashboard in time, we sing the words on her father's gravestone and he's there in the humid light...singing:
don't let the bastards grind you down
good luck's in town for the weekend so we stumble around until dawn daylight just melts through the narrows and those morning birds are humming along with me and cecilia singing and stamping on the asphalt to prove we are the children of strength and of vigor we were born in the morning blue...singing:
don't let the bastards grind you down
when you're all, 'Jesus Murphy' and 'Ave Maria' and 'send me the courage' and 'let me be delivered' cause there's devils among us there's devils living among us some have not got their teeth up and some are ashes and near-dust and they're riding the freeways and they're locking their front door at dusk and they're raising their families and they're raising their fingers at us but this is a good town this here is a heavy ancient thing this is a new land this here is a thing they'll never see when they're all 'Jesus Murphy' and 'Ave Maria' and 'send me the courage' and 'let me be delivered' but don't let the bastards grind you down
bad luck just weaves through the city but it's keeping away from us.
Compositor: Timothy John Baker ECAD: Obra #36743771