the pogues
the sun and the moon
They snakes they can crawl And the cheetahs they can bawl And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter But if you are so proud  As to say that's not allowed We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true  We'll have their sisters Hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after  And this bitter desert wind Will come ripping through your skin And everything that's calm will turn to madness And all of your fake tears  Will come whirling down the years And what was kind and warm will come to sadness  And the sun and the moon Will come begging at your door  The stars will turn to rust And drop from the skies And everybody will soon be asking you for more And everybody will be telling lies  And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true We'll have their sisters Hanging from the rafters  And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after