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Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds lyrics : "o'malley's bar"

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 in 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


Oh, when I shot him, I was so handsome

It was the light, it was the angle





"Neighbors", 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 one thousand powder burns




Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips


That clean the ocean floor


When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife

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




Her little daughter, Siobhan


Pulled beers from dusk till down

And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke

But she pulled the best beer 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 mother$#&@er down


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



I have no free will, I sang


As 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

And gingerly he sat down

And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"

And then lay upon the ground



?None taken?, I replied to him

To which he gave a little cough

An with blazing wings I neatly aimed

And blew his head completely off



I've been lived in this town for thirty years

And 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 am glad that you all came"

And I leapt upon the bar

And then 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 $#&@ing 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 it's edge on the counter

Wiped the tears away and looked



Well, the light in there was blinding

Full of god and ghosts of truth

And I smiled at Henry Davenport

Who made an attempt to move



Well, from the position I was standing

Of 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 clung into every thing

From the raven's hair upon my head

To the feathers on my wings



Remorse squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw

With it's 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 that I lived in your street?" I said

And he looked at me as though I were crazy



Ohh, he said, "I had no idea"

And he grew as quiet as a mouse

And the roar of the pistol when it went off

Nearly blew that hat right off the house



Well, I caught my eye in the mirror

And 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

And 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 a bull horn 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 literally to my head



Drop your weapon and come on out

Keep your hands above your head

I had one one long hard think about dying

And did exactly what they said



There must have been fifty cops out there

In a circle around 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



One, two, three, four

O'Malley's bar, O'Malley's bar

O'Malley's bar, O'Malley's bar

O'Malley's bar, O'Malley's bar

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