Les Darcy - The Rumjacks

Tell me Father whats the craic

Is Jesus really coming back

And if he does d’ye think he’ll live here in the 'burbs?

Cos id like to help out round the place

A few odd jobs for holy grace

And i’ll even let you preach your strange old words

For ive been a Godless fool

They thrashed it outta me at school

And i swore id never take a knee again

But if you can guarantee me theres

A heaven up & a hell down there

My wickd sinful ways i’ll seek to mend

If all them stars above ar saints in some acord

And Les Darcy is among em, then i’ll make peace with the Lord

I were spat on, I were beat

I were tossed into the street

Where I lay cackling in the filthy bloody rain

I went from bar to bar

Callin dogs jus what they were

Until the next one tried to slap me round the brains

A bottle of cheap whisky was the key

Unlocking beasts inside o' me

That oughtn’t see the the light of day

I’d shower on all fours

Go punch holes in all the doors

And drag my heart around like it were dying prey

Ive heard him called so many things

'Hey-Sue Christy' 'King of Kings'

Is it Mister Father, Son or Holy Ghost?

He could turn the water into wine

And we can have a laugh about the time

He popped up on that old dears slice o' toast

Ive been around & seen some things

Slept with witches, fought for Kings

And ive sung a song o' joy in many lands

But if my dog can’t get to Heaven

While some mongrels go on livin'

I’m not sure he’s got the whole world in his hands