Billy Morgan

歌詞

Morgan, the man with no tan, comes in on the midday train Takes a room in the pensione down by the beach Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets beside it Four bullets, two men, it's certain with two bullets each Down in the town the old men sit round by the harbour Watch as the tourists break all ettiquette in the bars At twilight the festival starts with a feast in the plaza Followed by music and wine, fireworks and cigars Twilight arrives, 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 Goodbye Billy Morgan Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli You can taste your death in every silent breath Fear the curse, thought the enemy On Morgan's cheap TV the Ministers agree at the summit In a 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 Gaudia Civil get a tip about a kill Morgan doubts but no-ones out to ask The festivals begun, Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacket Walks towards the plaza singing 'Boys of the Old Brigade' Is followed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at the corner Lifts his hands like the statue and dies in the fusillade Now the gunfire's heard, someone gives the word Fireworks crash, the marching band turns right Someone in a mask throws a bomb, does the task Rides of with the girl on the back of a motorbike