Halloweenie: Down in the Ground Where the Dead Men Go

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By the Pogues, on their CD "Red Roses for Me."

Hello boys I've been away

On a bit of a holiday

To the land where the rivers freely flow

And the cattle roam on the wild callagh

Walking home three parts pissed

I stumbled and fell in the morning mist

I fell and rolled in the hungry grass

That tells the tale of a terrible past

I screamed and ran and dreamt I fell

Down in the depths of a freezing hell

Four million people starved to death

Could smell the curse on their dying breath

Where no one ever wants to go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

To hell which is circular all around

Down in the belly of the big cold ground

The moving shadows were everywhere

The very trees seemed to bend and stare

I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore

Screamed and ran till I could run no more

Over the fields and across the moor

I ran in the house and slammed the door

What the hell's that over there--

A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair

Where no one ever wants to go

Down in the ground where the dead men go

Been drunk as a skunk since I've been home

From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed

I can't forget those things I saw

Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road

One place I don't want to go

Down in the ground where the dead men go