9 - Death

Lyrics:

© Herring K
Lyrics by Mike Bracken (a.k.a. Durinworld)


MOTHER: Oh good morning Son
In your Mother’s eyes
You’re still a shining light
One November night
on pain of Death I gave you life
And so it is for a working girl
But Father Murphy owes me still

HERBIE: So you left me naked and terrified
into the hands of the Saints
I won’t forgive

MOTHER: And so it is for a Working Girl
Forgive, my son
For it’s never like it seems

HERBIE: I can’t believe

MOTHER: Believe even I had dreams

HERBIE: Mother how I’ve dreamed of this day
with rage clenched fists
‘Together we pray’
I promise you there will be no pain
Rest now in my arms as the cool morning fades
Mother rest now in my arms, Angels serenade
Rest now as the Sun Death doth beautifully bathe.

HERBIE: Doctor Southwich if I had a gun
what would you do for electric fun
I hear the Church bells ring for Thee
Though the sun is high, it’s the end of time
Give my last meal to the boy who plays the drum
Father forgive your son
May his blood now be on me
Safe from Death, three, two, one
You’re the only face I see