O'malley's Bar

I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable hight
And Ive been known to be quite handsome
In a certain angle and in certain light

Well I entered into omalleys
Said, omalley I have a thirst
Omalley merely smiled at me
Said you wouldnt be the first

I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as omalley 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

Huh! hmmmmmm

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
Im 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 omalleys wife
Thats exactly what I saw

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

I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whales blood and banana leaf

Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that mother fucker down

Mmmmmmmmmm 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

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
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off

Ive 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 st. sebastian I thought of, and his arrows

Hhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmm

I said, I want to introduce myself
And I am glad that all you came
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name

Well jerry bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick
I split his head in half

His blood spilled across the bar
Like a steaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at its edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked

Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts of truth
I smiled at henry davenport
Who made an 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

Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in kathleen carpenter
Recently divorced

But remorse I felt and remorse I had
It clung to every thing
From the ravens hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings

Remorse sqeezed my hand in its fradulent 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 lived in your street? I said
And he looked at me as though I were crazy

O, he said, I had no idea
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew that hat right off the house

Hmmmmmm uh uh

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 ravens 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

Huh! hmmmmmmmmm

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 to my head

Drop your weapon and come 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 omalleys bar
Dont shoot, I cried, Im 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 omalleys bar, saw the cops and the cars
And I started counting on my fingers

Aaaaaah one aaaaaah two aaaaaah three aaaaaaah four
Omalleys bar omalleys bar