From the recording Arrow Pierce My Heart



The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, for you but not for me, And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling, for you but not for me. Oh death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling, Oh grave, thy victory? The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling for you but not for me.

I kind of know myself Gonna put myself back on the shelf Going to look down on this town There's no law in Lurgan

No-one knows more than me And with myself I think I disagree 50'000 souls are we and we're all God’s children

Down by the River, there's a dead man and no-bodys talking

They look over fed They’ll go were demons fear to tread More than one has wound up dead And no-body missed him

I knew someone like you They made his meat into a stew They said it was something to do No Law in Lurgan