Paroles Those Saints de Black 47

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1, 2, 3, 417th of March, year of '96Outside the Academy, it's 100 bucks a ticketUp on stage, playing up a storm"Maria's Wedding"Keep your cool, get out the doorThree people lying on a balcony floorOne little bullet change so many livesWhen you play in a band you can run but you can't hideBack in the van we're all counting the costBig Murph comatose in New OrleansFriends dropping off like proverbial fliesBut hey, no time to cryTil one night we're rocking Columbus, OhioJohnny Byrne partying back in the East VillageioPhone ring at 4am, "What's that you say?""Johnny just fell off the fire escape"This could be the straw that breaks the camel's backTil Geoff and Freddie mount a brass attackThe pipes start screaming out defiance"This show don't stop until after the last dance!"So come on, baby, get up off your assThis ain't no dress rehearsal ragNo matter what you say or doLife's just gonna make a fool out of youMakes no difference if you're green, white, orange or blueAhh, those saints just gonna keep on marching throughSo we go to Ireland, sing about Bobby SandsBut they think we're just a crowd of dumb Yanks"Em, you don't understand the political culture.""Don't know your past forget about the future"Go on home to New York CityThe drummer wake up humming "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes"This ain't no Broadway musical,Your building's on fireGet back in the van and lick your woundsGotta make a new record, write some tunesWhen a man from the Mets says, "Are yous available?Come out and play for us in Shea Stadium33 years to the day since the Beatles were hereTry your hand at being John LennonKickstart the band into the next millenium"Shea is rocking, no times for regretsThe rhythym section starts kicking inChris comes out rapping "Time to Go"Banish misfortune, get on with the show.So come on, baby, get up off your assThis ain't no dress rehearsal ragNo matter what you say or doLife's just gonna make a fool out of youMakes no difference if you're green, white, orange or blueAhh, those saints just gonna keep on marching throughAhh, keep on marching through, babyCome on, Johnny Byrne, get up and dance baby,Come on, it's not over yet, come onDo that old Abner B strutPut your glasses back up on your head,Come on, come on, let's get going, come on, come onOh when the saints go marching throughOh when those saints go marching throughLord I want to be in that numberOh when those saints go marching...Through

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