Black Eye/Burnt Thumb - Metronomy

Everything is still not a chicken not a body

Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain

And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land

An ould wan rolls over on her back

The grass stains still green upon her chin

I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind

God’s curse upon you, Lord John Russell

May your black hearted soul rot in hell

There’s no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven

In these dark and deadly days of Black 47

God’s curse upon you, Lord Trevalian

May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell

'Til England and its empire answer before heaven

For the crimes they committed in Black 47

Paudie says «Come on now

Don’t look back, she’s not livin', she’s a phantom

And she’ll curse us if we look into her eyes»

Oh God, I think I’m dyin' the fever’s in my brain

For can’t you see that pack of children up ahead?

The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins

Can’t you hear their screams of hunger on the wind?

God’s curse upon you, Lord John Russell

May your black hearted soul rot in hell

There’s no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven

In these dark and deadly days of Black 47

God’s curse upon you, Lord Trevalian

May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell

'Til England and its empire answer under heaven

For the crimes they committed in Black 47

Darlin' Paudie save me, I think I’m sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin'

Don’t let me die here in a ditch

If the hunger doesn’t get me the fever surely will

Paudie took me up and threw me across his shoulders

He nursed me every day 'til we reached Amerikay

Screamin' and shoutin' like two madmen at the wind

God’s curse upon you, Lord John Russell

May your black hearted soul rot in hell

There’s no love left on earth, God is dead in heaven

In the dark and deadly days of Black 47

God’s curse upon you, Lord Trevalian

May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell

'Til England and its empire answer under heaven

For the crimes they committed in Black 47