Letras:
Pogues The Waiting For Herb

The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down A blade of light upon the

to a dance in the town I set off at seven to be there at eleven No thought of the rain coming down As I pushed up the hill the rain started to spill So for

left to burn How to say goodbye to the ashes that fly From the cheap metal urn [Chorus] She said go to sleep You got to save Your anger and rage for

gone I want to get going before too long Oh no I want to leave town But I can't drive my car 'cause they put it in the pound The masters of industry are killing for

I'm walking down Roppongi The night is hot and smoggy I drink a little coffee A sake and a beer I run into a ginja man He speaks but I don't understand

Too many sad days Too many Tuesday mornings I thought of you today I wished it was yesterday morning I thought of you today I dreamt you were dressed