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Thousands Are Sailing lyrics
In nineteen hundred and eighty six
There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
And you can't live on love, on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking a brick
Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod
Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh I'm missing you
under Piccadilly's neon
Who did you murder, are you a spy?
I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
All ye young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
The proof is round London in the nobody zone
Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
And I'll never go home now because of the shame
Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane
Part of these releases
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- Track 6 on If I Should Fall From Grace With God
- 5 Metropolis
- 7 Fiesta
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- Track 22 on The Ultimate Collection
- 21 Young Ned of the Hill
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- Track 13 on The Ultimate Collection Disc 2
- 12 Old Main Drag
- 14 Body Of An American
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- Track 12 on The Best of the Pogues
- 11 White City
- 13 The Broad Majestic Shannon
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- Track 20 on Just Look Them Straight in the Eye and Say...Pogue Mahone Disc 3
- 19 Streets of Sorrow
- 21 Balinalee
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