The Pogues - Lorca's Novena lyrics

Ignacio lay dying in the sand A single red rose clutched in a dying hand The women wept to see their hero die And the big black birds gathered in the sky Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows Intercede with him tonight For all of our tomorrows The years went by and then the k**ers came And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain And Lorca the f*ggot poet they left till last Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows Intercede with him tonight For all of our tomorrows The k**ers came to mutilate the dead But ran away in terror to search the town instead But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows Intercede with him tonight For all of our tomorrows