The Angel's Share Lyrics: Jesse

When I die well girls don't cry
Don't bother or raise no fuss
Just put me in a good pine box
Be sure the door's well shut
Life ain't nothing but a hopeless road
Of misery and despair
But when I die I'll be free at last
Getting drunk on the angel's share

The angel's share, the angel's share
When I get to heaven boys you'll find me there
On a cloud of whiskey in the pure blue air
Getting drunk as the devil on the angel's share

At the grave of kings a small bird sings
The "Long Gone Lonesome Blues"
And the lights from cars they shine like stars
In the blood and filth and booze
A ragged man says "The end is nigh
And all sinners should beware"
But with one more glass I'll be free at last
And I just won't fucking care

The angel's share, the angel's share…

Well my name is Biggs, and I raise pigs
And I never took no wife
I was born in John O'Groats
And I've lived there all my life
But I've heard tell of a better place
Far away from grief or care
Where pigs have wings and a small bird sings
"Take a draught of the angel's share"

The angel's share, the angel's share…

Baptized by Fire Lyrics: Marc

You go to church for healin'
Sunday morning right on time
You go for salvation
But I go for the wine
Come forward take a knee
Repent of all my crimes
They splash me with holy water
But it burns me every time

Save your own soul,
It's much too late for mine
Lord knows I was baptized by fire

How can I place my faith
In a book I've never read?
How can I live forever
When I'm already dead?
You look so nice just sittin' there
Among the town's elite
The only church suit I'll ever own
Will be used to bury me

Save your own soul…

Liars, thieves and hypocrites
More sins that no one knows
Those are just parishioners
Sitting in the first three rows
So pass me that collection plate
So I can find some change
If I'm gonna go to hell
I'll need money for the train

Save your own soul…

Can't you see that man in red
Standing outside my door?
I am lost yeah, and that's a fact
But I will be blind no more

I'm not rich, or even close
Can't afford morality
Jesus saves, while you all spend
The church knows that god ain't free
So on Sunday you can find me
At my church down at McGuinn's
With my pastor, Johnnie Walker
Forgettin' all my sins

Save your own soul…

Saturday Saints Lyrics: Jesse

A lousy day a lousy buck
A traffic jam that's just my luck
Necktie choking out my life
I never even see my wife
There's barely time to say goodnight
Before it starts again

But it's 1-2-3-4 we'll have another round
To hell with kings and presidents tonight we own the town
And for every jar that hits the bar we swear we'll true remain
We may be slaves on Monday but on Saturday we're saints

Four nights a week of overtime
Stretching every nickel and dime
When the hell'd it get so hard
To keep a TV set and a working car
And a couple of bucks to take to the bar
When the weekend finally comes?

But it's 1-2-3-4 we'll have another round…

Economists and politicians
Fuck them and their suppositions
All I want is a bit of dough
To buy my kids some newer clothes
And not get laid off so some CEO
Can buy himself a yacht

But it's 1-2-3-4 we'll have another round…

Django Lyrics: Jesse

In the summer's swelter, tossing in my sleep
A dark forbidding figure came to me in a dream
The sun a blaze of fury, it's rays came beating down
On the bleached-out bones of some nameless desert town

Not a dog was barking,not a baby cried
Nothing broke the silence but the buzzing of the flies
Desperate broken figures, scattered all around
Blood flows like a river into the thirsty ground

A dark forbidding figure, his soul and body bound
Dragging his own coffin across the dusty ground

The men they called for whiskey, to wash the pain away
The women filled the chapel, fell to their knees and prayed
The whorehouse beds are empty, the hounds begin to howl
Thunder rips the sky and the rain begins to fall

My brothers how you've suffered, my sisters how you've wept
Locked away your hopes and dreams, your darkest secrets kept

One boot and then the other, Django walks the street
Pulls me over closer and whispers unto me
"Kings and popes and criminals, hearts both pure and black
Each has their own burden to carry on their back"

A dark forbidding figure, his soul and body bound
Dragging his own coffin across the muddy ground

The Tyburn Jig Lyrics: Jesse

Henry was a bigamist, a liar, and a thief
Every time he married the woman came to grief
He built himself a castle, a bloody house of pain
And nobody who went in was ever seen again
All across the USA the doctor made his rounds
With one step on the Pinkertons and one step on their hounds
Until a grieving mother offered up the wretch
Then Henry made a house call to jolly old Jack Ketch
Hey!

Doctor Thomas Neil Cream he was a ladies man
He left a trail of broken hearts from London to Milan
He danced them and romanced them and he gave a little wink
As he slipped a drop of poison in their after-dinner drink
The law caught up with Thomas and they dragged him to the dock
Where the man in black lets go the trap that sends you to the drop
Thomas Cream took his last breath and shouted "I am Jack!"
Then the floorboards dropped away and Thomas' neck was snapped
Hey!

So if you are a blackguard, a thug or ne'er-do-well
You'd better pray to Jesus to save your soul from hell
'Cause there's a noose that fits your neck, no matter small or big
And at its end you'll kick your feet and dance the Tyburn Jig
Hey!

Heave Away Lyrics: Jesse

Woke up last night from a 3-day drunk
Swinging in a sailor's bunk
All my gear in a sailor's trunk
Press ganged again
The ship is called the Virgin Queen
The most rancid tub you've ever seen
Fairly bursting at the seams
With vice and tooth decay
The tide is high, the moon is full
Jolly as a grinning skull
Pull my bully-boys and pull
Anchor chains away

Hey hey heave away
Out the harbor, 'cross the bay
We're sailing for Amerikay
A sailor's life for me
Hey hey heave away
'Cross the foam and briney spray
We sail tonight for far Cathay
Across the endless sea

The captain's greasy, round, and fat
Got the morals of an alley cat
Sightless as a one-eyed bat
Navigates by smell
The bosun's name is Mr. Bluth
Just one leg and just one tooth
Reads from Joshua, Judges, Ruth
To save his soul from hell
The second mate's from islands East
Tattooed and queue'd from head to feet
Killed a man and wears his teeth
On a string around his neck

Hey hey heave away…

In Singapore we went ashore
Danced with geishas by the score
Woke up broken, bruised and sore
And all my money's gone
The tide is high, the moon is full
Jolly as a grinning skull
Pull my bully-boys and pull
Anchor chains away
The ship is called the Virgin Queen
The most rancid tub you've ever seen
For scurvy, lice, and sodomy
It's a sailor's life for me

Hey hey heave away…

Drinkin' Days Lyrics: Jesse

My drinkin' days are over, no more whiskey no more gin
No more beer no more tequila, that shit always does me in
No more all night parties, it's time to settle down
No more drinkin' starts tomorrow… so let's have another round

My gambling days are over, no more cards and no more dice
No more off-track betting on horses, dogs, or fights
No more moving all-in with the low spade in the hole
No more gambling starts tomorrow… but tonight I'm on a roll

My cheatin' days are over, no more chasing skirts
No more lame excuses for the lipstick on my shirt
Time for me to do right by that sweet gal of mine
No more cheatin' starts tomorrow… hey baby, what's your sign?

Dia de los Muertos Lyrics: Jesse

It was Dia de los Muertos, down in Mexico
In the dark someone was screaming like they'd lost their very soul
I was playing Texas Fuck'em with gusanos, pimps, and thieves
They were holding all the aces, they were all armed to the teeth

God damn that bastard Bondeurant, he left me in the lurch
Surrounded by los cerdos, and holed up in a church
With a quick 'Al Cuba Libre' he bid a fond farewell
Headed north to San Deigo, and left me here in hell

I awoke so full of mescal I could barely find my feet
Joined the funeral procession as it wound on down the street
With a sheet around my shoulders, and skull-paint on my face
I wandered out of town and right past the police

Now it's north to San Diego, sweating out my sins
They'll be ice skating in hell before I pass this way again
With the tombstone and the crucifix, knives and sugar skulls
On Dia de los Muertos, down in Mexico

Graveyard Blues Lyrics: Jesse

I've lost the one who loved me
I'll never more see her alive
So I'll sit here in this graveyard
Join you in the bye-and-bye
Yes I've lost the one who loved me
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Got my back against a tombstone
And I'm fixin' for to die
Yes I'm fixin for to die

All around me now is darkness
Eternal darkness black as coal
Fall to my knees and pray to heaven
Won't you please lift up my lonesome soul
All around me now is darkness
There's no light, no stars no moon
As I rest beside my darlin'
With these weary graveyard blues
With these weary graveyard blues

Made you promise when I met you
You would not die before I did
I can't bear to live without you
All these feelings I can't keep hid
Made you promise when I met you
But that's one promise you did not keep
Now I'll sit here in this graveyard
And I'm fixin' for to die
Yes I'm fixin' for to die
I'm fixin' for to die

Lay Me Down Lyrics: Jesse

See the walls rise up around me
Lay me down boys, lay me down
Let the loving sod fall o'er me
Lay me down boys in the ground
I don't pray for gold or silver
Lay me down boys…
Just a drink of cold clear water
Lay me down boys…

Lay me down beneath the heather
Candles at my head and feet
Let the world burn down around me
As you sow so shall ye reap

Fell in love with the cobbler's daughter
Lay me down boys…
Led me like a lamb to slaughter
Lay me down boys…
So raise a glass to Gene and Eddie
Lay me down boys…
Before rock and roll got pretty
Lay me down boys…

Lay me down beneath the heather…

With a belly full of hate, I will curse the gathering storm
With a bone-deep chill no jug of wine can warm

Bless me father I'm a sinner
Lay me down boys…
Booze for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Lay me down boys…
So here's to all you rotten bastards
Lay me down boys…
Go kiss the ass of your new master
Lay me down boys…

Lay me down beneath the heather…

Buccaneers (of Elliott Bay) Lyrics: Marc

We fly the jolly roger, but if our flag be red
It means we're out for spilling blood and soon you will be dead
But fear not if you see us in your neighborhood on land
We might just invade your pub, we'll soon be too drunk to stand

Hail hail avast we sail, pull your vessel near
We'll tie up all your lassies and drink up all your beer
Yo ho won't let you go, dead men tell no tales
There's no escaping from our crew, the buccaneers of Elliott Bay

We'll steal aboard your fancy yacht and greet you with a wink
Creep aboard in the dark of night and toss you in the drink
The seven seas be rid of you, for pirates yes are we
We'll throw your brie and chardonnay into the salty deep

Hail hail avast we sail…

We patrol the shores of Bremerton, from Southworth to Vashon
The emerald city in our wake, its fate is now forgone
No prayer in hell can save you from axe or blunderbuss
Until you've had your fill of rum, then you belong to us

Hail hail avast we sail…

If we board your ferry on the way to Bainbridge Isle
You'll soon be drinking bathtup grog, singing all the while
So rattle all your sabres, and raise your pistols high
We're the buccaneers of Elliott Bay, and you must join or die!

Hail hail avast we sail…

Jolly Roger Lyrics: Jesse

If you see us coming better cross the street
'Cause we ain't the lads that you want to meet
Got wooden legs and real feet
And hooks for our hands
And we dance all night and we drink all day
And we don't give a damn if there's hell to pay
By dawn's first light we'll sail away
To distant foreign lands

'Cause we fly the flag of the skull and bones
And we send our victims down to Davey Jones
With a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho
Beneath the jolly roger

One day we burned down New Orleans
And then set sail for Jamaica, Queens
Where the prettiest girls you've ever seen
Dance along the sands
And we dance all night…

'Cause we fly the flag of the skull and bones…

Sixteen men on the dead man's chest
Drink and the devil have done for the rest

We took a train into Tompkins Square
Out-drank every bastard their
Except that girl with the nut-brown hair
And the golden wedding band
And we dance all night…

'Cause we fly the flag of the skull and bones…