O'Malley's Bar (2011 - Remaster)

I am tall, and I am thin, of an enviable height

And I've been known to be quite handsome in a certain angle and a certain light

Well, I entered into O'Malley's, said, "O'Malley, I have a thirst"

O'Malley merely smiled at me, said, "You wouldn't be the first"

I knocked on the bar and pointed to a bottle on the shelf

And as O'Malley poured me out a drink, I sniffed and crossed myself

My hand decided that the time was nigh, and for a moment, it slipped from view

And when it returned, it fairly burned with confidence anew

Well, the thunder from my steely fist made all the glasses jangle

When I shot him, I was so handsome, it was the light, it was the angle

"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed, I banged my fist upon the bar

"I bear no grudge against you!" and my dick felt long and hard

"I am the man for which no God waits but for which the whole world yearns

And I'm marked by darkness and by blood and five thousand powder burns"

Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips that clean the ocean floor?

When I looked at poor old O'Malley's wife, well, that's exactly what I saw

Well, I jammed the barrel under her chin, and her face looked raw and vicious

Her head, it landed in the sink with all the dirty dishes

And her little daughter Siobhan pulled beers from dusk till dawn

And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke, but she pulled the best beers in town

Well, I swooped magnificent upon her as she sat shivering in her grief

Like the Madonna painted on the church house wall in whale's blood and banana leaf

Her throat crumbled in my hands, and I spun heroically around

To see Caffrey rising from his seat, I shot that motherfucker down

"I have no free will," I sang, and I flew about the murder

Mrs. 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 pup

I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes, and 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 I be morally culpable, I wonder"

I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach, gingerly, he sat down

And he whispered weirdly, "No offense," then lay upon the ground

"None taken," I replied to him, to which he gave a little cough

And with blazing wings, I neatly aimed, blew his head completely off

I've lived in this town for thirty years, to no one I am a stranger

And I put new bullets in my gun, chamber upon chamber

And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes, I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows

And as I shot down the youthful Richardson, it was Sebastian I thought of and his arrows

I said, "I want to introduce myself, and I'm glad that you all came"

And I leapt upon the bar, and I shouted out my name

Well, Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool, closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed

And with an ashtray big as a fucking really big brick, I split his skull in half

His blood spilled across the bar like a steaming scarlet brook

And then, I knelt there at its edge on the counter, wiped my tears away and looked

Well, the light in there was blinding, full of God and ghosts and truth

And I smiled at Henry Davenport, who made no attempt to move

Well, from the position I was standing, the strangest thing I ever saw

The bullet entered through the top of his chest and blew his bowels out on the floor

And I floated down the counter, showing no remorse

I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter, recently divorced

But remorse I felt, remorse I had, it, it clung to every thing

From the raven hair upon my head to the feathers on my wings

Remorse squeezed my hand in its fraudulent claw, with its golden, hairless chest

And I glided through the bodies and killed the fat man Vincent West

Who sat quietly in his chair, a man become a child

And I raised the gun up to his head executioner-style

He made no attempt to resist, so fat and dull and lazy

"Did you know I live in your street?" I cried, and he looked at me as though I were crazy

"Oh", he said, "I had no idea," and he grew as quiet as a mouse

Well, the roar of the pistol when it went off near blew the hat right off the house

Well, I caught my eye in the mirror, gave it a long and loving inspection

"There stands some kind of man", I roared, and there did in the reflection

My hair combed back like a raven's wing, my muscles hard and tight

And curling from the business end of my gun was 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

And then there were the police sirens wailing, and, and then a bullhorn squelched and blared

"Drop your weapons and come out with your hands held in the air"

Well, I checked the chamber of my gun, saw I had one final bullet left

My hand, it looked almost human as I raised it bravely to my head

"Drop your weapon and come on out! Keep your hands above your head!"

I had one long, hard think about dying and did exactly what they said

There must have been fifty cops out there in 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 scene, and I glanced out of the window

Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars, and I started counting on my fingers

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