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• Artiste: Black 47
• Titre: Those Saints
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1, 2, 3, 4 17th of March, year of '96 Outside the Academy, it's 100 bucks a ticket Up on stage, playing up a storm "Maria's Wedding" Keep your cool, get out the door Three people lying on a balcony floor One little bullet change so many lives When you play in a band you can run but you can't hide Back in the van we're all counting the cost Big Murph comatose in New Orleans Friends dropping off like proverbial flies But hey, no time to cry Til one night we're rocking Columbus, Ohio Johnny Byrne partying back in the East Villageio Phone 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 back Til Geoff and Freddie mount a brass attack The pipes start screaming out defiance "This show don't stop until after the last dance!" So come on, baby, get up off your ass This ain't no dress rehearsal rag No matter what you say or do Life's just gonna make a fool out of you Makes no difference if you're green, white, orange or blue Ahh, those saints just gonna keep on marching through So we go to Ireland, sing about Bobby Sands But 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 City The drummer wake up humming "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" This ain't no Broadway musical, Your building's on fire Get back in the van and lick your wounds Gotta make a new record, write some tunes When a man from the Mets says, "Are yous available? Come out and play for us in Shea Stadium 33 years to the day since the Beatles were here Try your hand at being John Lennon Kickstart the band into the next millenium" Shea is rocking, no times for regrets The rhythym section starts kicking in Chris comes out rapping "Time to Go" Banish misfortune, get on with the show. So come on, baby, get up off your ass This ain't no dress rehearsal rag No matter what you say or do Life's just gonna make a fool out of you Makes no difference if you're green, white, orange or blue Ahh, those saints just gonna keep on marching through Ahh, keep on marching through, baby Come on, Johnny Byrne, get up and dance baby, Come on, it's not over yet, come on Do that old Abner B strut Put your glasses back up on your head, Come on, come on, let's get going, come on, come on Oh when the saints go marching through Oh when those saints go marching through Lord I want to be in that number Oh when those saints go marching... Through