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The sacred heart is bleeding Go tell the Holy Ghost That the junkie is still cheating To get the thing he needs the most Lady Luck has got me covered Keeping her watchful eyes over me The lovers are discovered The charge is first degree Angel, she's a killer She's just flown in from the coast Makes the hit, it's a winner Leaves you dead as the post When Sally took to playing poker The joker is her favorite card The drunk he can't stay sober He says it's oh much too hard, it's much too hard Meantime something seedy Was happening across the hall Someone seemed to be groaning You could hear it through the wall And the cops they came like lightning The bullets flew astray The noise it was frightening But the crook he got away
Writer(s): Philip Parris Lynott, Brian David Robertson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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