Upcoming Concerts for The Pogues

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
The Pogues
Performer
James Clarke
James Clarke
Bass Guitar
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Vocals
James McNally
James McNally
Accordion
Stephen Warbeck
Stephen Warbeck
Piano
Darryl Hunt
Darryl Hunt
Bass Guitar
Debsey Wykes
Debsey Wykes
Background Vocals
Stephen Hague
Stephen Hague
Background Vocals
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Banjo
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Background Vocals
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Cello
Andrew Ranken
Andrew Ranken
Drums
David Coulter
David Coulter
Percussion
Jon Sevink
Jon Sevink
Fiddle
Jocelyn Pook
Jocelyn Pook
Viola
Anne Wood
Anne Wood
Violin
Julia Singleton
Julia Singleton
Violin
Sonia Slany
Sonia Slany
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Songwriter
Jamie Clarke
Jamie Clarke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Hague
Stephen Hague
Producer
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Producer

Lyrics

The snakes, they can crawl And the cheetahs, they can bawl And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter But if you are so proud As to say that's not allowed We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true We'll have their sisters hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade Will rise rotting from its grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after Oh, and this bitter desert wind Will come ripping through your skin And everything that's calm will turn to madness And all of your false tears Come whirling down the years What was kind and warm will come to sadness And the sun and the moon Will come begging at your door The stars will turn to rust, drop from the skies And everybody soon Will be asking you for more And everybody will be telling lies And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true We'll have their sisters hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade Will rise rotting from the grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after Yeah And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true We'll have their sisters hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade Will rise rotting from its grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after Tomorrow will be just like the day after Tomorrow will be just like the day after Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Writer(s): Peter Richard Stacy, James Paul Clarke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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