NORTH POST

Flashback Monday, where we look back at a 21-year old in the initial throes of a five-year obsession with The Pogues...

North Song

Nap while the church doors are swinging

And hell will well-stain your tide. Amen!

Be at peace while the church bells are ringing, 

And you'll never be active again.

Oh, a star it might shake in the north sky,

A star it might shake in the north,

But I'll never get down 

On my knees on the ground

Where another was driven away.

Follow your love on a Sunday

To romp on a lawn in the country air,

And you'll follow her down on a Monday

And rot in a corner right with her.

A star it might shake in the north sky,

A star it might shake in the north,

But I'll never get down

On my knees on the ground

Where another was driven away.

Oh, I must have been christened in soda,

Since I can't be kept down in a pew, 

And I live my life like I oughta,

Not like some fucking priest on the screw.

A star it might shake in the north sky,

A star it might shake in the north,

But I'll never get down

On my knees on the ground 

Where another was driven away.