O'Malley's Bar
I am tall and I am thinOf an enviable heightAnd I've been known to be quite handsomeIn a certain angle and a certain light
Well I entered into O'Malley'sI said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"O'Malley merely smiled at meSaid "You wouldn't be the first"
I knocked on the bar and pointedTo a bottle on the shelfAnd as O'Malley poured me out a drinkI sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decided that the time was nighAnd for a moment it slipped from viewWhen it returned, it fairly burnedWith confidence anew
Well the thunder from my steely fistMade all the glasses jangleWhen I shot him, I was so handsomeIt was the light, it was the angle
Huh! Hmm...
"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamedI banged my fists upon the bar"I bear no grudge against you!"And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waitsBut for which the whole world yearnsAnd I'm marked by darkness and by bloodAnd by a thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lipsThat clean the ocean floorWhen I looked at poor old O'Malley's wifeWell that's exactly what I saw
I jammed the barrel under her chinAnd her face looked raw and viciousHer head it landed in the sinkWith all the dirty dishes
And her little daughter SiobhanPulled beers from dusk till downAnd amongst the town folk she was a bit of a jokeBut she pulled the best beer in town
Well I swooped magnificent upon herAs she sat shivering in her griefLike the Madonna painted on the church-house wallIn whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat crumbled in my handsAnd I spun heroically aroundTo see Caffrey rising from his seatI shot that mother fucker down
Mmm... Yeah, yeah, yeah...
"I have no free will", I sangAnd I flew about the murderMrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed —You really should have heard her
Well, I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept,I panted like a pupI blew a hole in Mrs. Richard HolmesAnd her husband stupidly stood up
As he screamed, "You are an evil man!"And I paused a while to wonder"If I have no free will then how can IBe morally culpable?" I wonder
I shot Richard Holmes in the stomachGingerly he sat downAnd he whispered weirdly, "No offence"And then lay upon the ground
"None taken", I replied to himTo which he gave a little coughAnd with blazing wings I neatly aimedBlew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty yearsTo no-one I am a strangerAnd I put new bullets in my gunChamber upon chamber
And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. BrooksI thought of Saint Francis and his sparrowsAnd as I shot down the youthful RichardsonIt was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
Hmm mmm yeahYeah! Listen, listen...
I said, "I want to introduce myselfAnd I am glad that all you came"And I leapt upon the barAnd I shouted down my name
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stoolClosed his eyes and shrugged and laughedAnd with an ashtray big as a fucking really big brickI split his skull in half
His blood spilled across the barLike a steaming scarlet brookAnd then I knelt there at its edge on the counterWiped the tears away and looked
Well, the light in there it was blindingFull of God and ghosts and truthAnd I smiled at Henry DavenportWho made no attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standingThe strangest thing I ever sawThe bullet entered through the top of his chestAnd blew his bowels out on the floor
And I floated down the counter,Showing no remorseI shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter— recently divorced
But remorse I felt, remorse I hadIt clung to every thingFrom the raven hair upon my headTo the feathers on my wings
Then I squeezed my hand in its fraudulent clawWith its golden hairless chestAnd I glided through the bodiesAnd killed the fat man, Vincent West
Who sat quietly in his chairA man become a childAnd I raised the gun up to his headExecutioner-style
He made no attempt to resistSo fat and dull and lazy"Did you know that I live in your street?" I saidAnd he looked at me like I was crazy
"Oh", he said, "I had no idea"And he grew as quiet as a mouseWell the roar of the pistol when it went offNear blew the hat right off the house
Hmm uh hmm uh hmm uhYeah, peahHmm mmm ha ah...
Well, I caught my eye in the mirrorAnd gave it a long and loving inspection"There stands some kind of man", I roaredAnd then did in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wingMy muscles hard and tightAnd curling from the business end of my gunWas a query-mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right,I spun to the left again"Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!"But no one did cause they were dead
Huh! HmmOh oh yeah! Hmm!Mmm hmmm mmm hmmm yeah
And then there were the police sirens wailing andAnd then a bull-horn squelched and blared"Drop your weapons and come outWith your hands held in the air"
Well, I checked the chamber of my gunSaw I had one final bullet leftMy hand, it looked almost humanAs I raised it bravely to my head
"Drop your weapon and come on out!Keep your hands above your head!"I had one one long hard think about dyingAnd did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out thereIn a circle round O'Malley's bar"Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!"So they put me in their car
And they sped me away from that terrible sceneAnd I glanced out of the windowSaw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the carsAnd I started counting on my fingers
Aaaaah one aaaaaah two aaaaaaah three aaaaaah
Mmmmmmm O'Malley's barMmmmmmm O'Malley's barMmmmmmm O'Malley's bar...