Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stations Of The Cross, artist - Elvis Costello. Album song National Ransom, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Elvis Costello, Hear MusicTM, StarCon
Song language: English
Stations Of The Cross |
Tempest blows up from a squall |
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron |
Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten |
Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of slattern |
The scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small |
Outside the wind is punchin', there’s no one to hear it No one hears the bell ring except the one who comes to fear it And they continue to brawl |
He’s buyin' his way into heaven I suppose |
He weeps at the blows |
But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
He turns the dial slowly |
Through the Stations of the Cross |
Crowd done up dandy in diamonds and finery |
Bayin' and howlin', all blood-lusty callin' |
Fists like pistons, faces like meat spoilin' |
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys, haul |
Later in the evenin', Molly and her gunman |
Go down the stairs to the dive like a dungeon |
Meanwhile in the backroom, there’s a girl like a sponge |
Sayin', «Bring him along as a constable’s truncheon» |
The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come |
Then blows them all to the hereafter |
Who’s scuttling away now and hidden from our view? |
Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue? |
They’re hurlin' themselves into heaven I suppose |
Before the gates are closed |
But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
They turn the dial slowly |
Through the Stations of the Cross |
The gale of hale laughter scales up the ivory |
Black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor |
Die away breathless diminishin' behind her |
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys, haul |
The water came up to the eaves |
You’d think someone had opened a valve |
It’s too soon to stay now and too late to leave |
So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary |
They’re hurlin' themselves into heaven I suppose |
Before the gates are closed |
But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
They turn the dial slowly |
Through the Stations of the Cross |
Through the Stations of the Cross |
Through the Stations of the Cross |