The Sun And The Moon — 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