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Billy Morgan

The Men They Couldn't Hang
Popularity ยท Low
๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง English ยท Original

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Morgan, the man with no tan, comes in on the midday train Takes a room in the pension down by the beach Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets beside it Four bullets, two men, a certain with two bullets each Down in the town, the old men sit round by the harbour Watch as the tourists break all their tickets in the bars At twilight, the festival starts with a feast in the plaza It's followed by music, wine, fireworks and cigars Twilight arrives and the streets come alive The mayor and the chief watch it begin A girl on a bike turns very businesslike Leaves fifty grand and a pardon for her sins So it's goodbye, Billy Morgan Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli You can taste your death in every silent breath Fear the curse of the enemy Fear the curse of the enemy On Morgan's GTV, the ministers agree at their summit In the room straight above, there's a couple making love with a cheer Out across the water, the statue of Christ throws a shadow It falls across the city to the window of the volunteer On the Avenue de France, a beggar does a dance Sells chocolate to the marching band in masks The Guardia Civil get a tip about a kill Morgan doubts, but no-one's there to ask So it's goodbye, Billy Morgan Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli You can taste your death in every silent breath Fear the curse of the enemy Fear the curse of the enemy The festival's begun, Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacket Walks towards the plaza singing "Boys of the Old Brigade" He's followed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at a corner Folds his hands like the statue and dies in the fusillade Now the gunfire is heard and someone gives the word The fireworks clash, the marching band turns right Someone in a mask throws a bomb, does the task Rides off with the girl on the back of the motorbike So it's goodbye, Billy Morgan Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli You can taste your death in every silent breath Fear the curse of the enemy Fear the curse of the enemy Fear the curse of the enemy