Lyrics David Keenan – Nazareth House
Text:
I was getting ready for summer in a late night pharmacy
When a person of interest came and asked me to dance
And for fear of being made out into something I’m not
Yeah, well I took up his offer
Past the semi-conscious streets that dare not speak
Of disillusioned youth and secondhand sweets
Or the God-fearing husband too afraid to go home
To the wife with a knife
For he is Caesar and she is Rome
Come with me
Past the pillars of Angelo’s stone
Standing guard by the untouchable throne
They’re smuggling spit
Look here! The dog with his precious bone
No not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
No not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
No not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
No not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
But sure I’d no home to go to
Sure I’d no home to go to
Sure I’d no home to go to
Sure I’d no home to go to
No not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
No not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
No not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
Not tonight kid, you’re drunk, go home
