Lyrics
They look overfed, they made his meat into a stew
No one knows more than me, down by the river
no law in lurgan
down by the river
and nobody s talking
Down by the river, and nobody s talking
there s some mother s son
For you but not for me, i knew someone like you
And nobody s talking, and nobody s talking
there s some mother s son
Going to look down on this town, there s some mother s son
No one knows more than me, there s a dead man
And nobody s talking, for you but not for me, no one knows more than me
there s no law in lurgan
And nobody s talking, they ll go where demons fear to tread
50,000 souls are we, down by the river Lurgan, and nobody s talking
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, down by the river, the bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
I kind of know myself, there s no law in lurgan, i knew someone like you
Gonna put myself back on the shelf, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me, for you but not for me
Where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling, down by the river
There s some mother s son, there s no law in lurgan The, down by the river
There s a dead man, and with myself i think i disagree
there s some mother s son
There s a dead man, there s some mother s son Bonnevilles, down by the river
And nobody s talking, and nobody s talking
No one knows more than me, down by the river
they look overfed
And nobody s talking, for you but not for me In, down by the river
50,000 souls are we, no one knows more than me Law, for you but not for me
There s some mother s son, down by the river Lurgan, no one knows more than me
For you but not for me, there s a dead man, and we re all god s children
there s some mother s son
And nobody s talking, down by the river
they made his meat into a stew
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, down by the river
More than one has wound up dead, and the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
and nobody s talking
more than one has wound up dead
down by the river
Down by the river, down by the river
There s a dead man, gonna put myself back on the shelf, and nobody s talking
they ll go where demons fear to tread
and nobody s talking
and nobody s talking
for you but not for me
for you but not for me
50,000 souls are we
And nobody s talking, there s some mother s son
No one knows more than me, there s some mother s son In, down by the river
Where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling, gonna put myself back on the shelf
down by the river
And nobody s talking, there s some mother s son
There s a dead man, they ll go where demons fear to tread