The Blood Of Cuchulainn Ringtones

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands (One, two, three, four) When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer But the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, whoa! Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, hey You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl There was lazy drunken bastards singing Billy in the bowl They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So, you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round" At the graveside of Cúchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in his Heaven and Billy's down by the bay (yah!)

He paid the debt that he did not owe, What came from his hands his feet and his side, Was more precious than silver and gold, The blood that set me free it came from a life of sin and Tragedies, Im born again free from sin because of the blood (repeat) I am born again free from sin because of the blood I am born again free from sin because of the blood One day I plunged beneath that flood Drawn From Emannuel's veins My guilty stains were lost when my soul was washed in the Precious blood, I am born again free from sin because of the blood Becuase of the blood Because of the blood Becuase of the blood Becuase of the blood Saved/Washed/Cleansed/Blood Washed Saved/Washed/Cleansed/Blood Washed Saved/Washed/Cleansed/Blood Washed Becauseof the blood I am born again free from sin because of the Blood, I am born again free from sin because of the blood

He said, "I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down I'm gonna put it six feet underground" He said, "I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall Stand here beside me, baby, in the crumbling walls" "Oh, I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn And do back the things it did to you in return" He said, "I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war If you can tell me something worth fighting for Oh, and I'm gonna buy this place, is what I said Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head" Honey, all the movements you've started to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without trace And they call as they beckon you on They say, "Start as you mean to go on" Start as you mean to go on He said, "I'm gonna buy this place and see it go Stand here beside me, baby, watch the orange glow Some will laugh and some just sit and cry But you just sit down there, and you wonder why" "So, I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war If you can tell me something worth fighting for And I'm gonna buy this place, is what I said Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head" Oh, to the head, oh Honey, all the movements you've started to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without trace And they call as they beckon you on They say, "Start as you mean to go on" As you mean to go on As you mean to go on So, meet me by the bridge, oh, meet me by the lane When am I gonna see that pretty face again? Oh, meet me on the road, meet me where I said Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus Oh, precious is the flow That makes me white as snow Oh, no other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus Ooh Ooh For my cleansing, this I see Nothing but the blood of Jesus For my part in this, my plea Nothing but the blood of Jesus Oh, precious is the flow That makes me white as snow Oh, no other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus Ooh Ooh Nothing can thy sin erase This is all my hope and peace This is all my righteousness Nothing but the blood of Jesus Nothing but the blood of Jesus What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus Oh, precious is the flow That makes me white as snow Oh, no other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus Nothing but the blood of Jesus Oh, oh Oh-oh Ooh-ooh Ooh