CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Papa Won’t Leave You, Henry (Live at Alexandra Palace, 2020)
I went out walking the other day
The wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her bones
And I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the neck
Well, Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leavе you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't lеave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And a many fall by the side
Well, Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through and the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
And they filled me full of drink
And they led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whalebone corset
Draping his d**k across my cheek
Well its into the shame
And its into a guilt
And its into the f**king fray
And the walls ran red around me
A warm arterial spray
Saying:
The wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her bones
And I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the neck
Well, Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leavе you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't lеave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And a many fall by the side
Well, Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through and the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
And they filled me full of drink
And they led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whalebone corset
Draping his d**k across my cheek
Well its into the shame
And its into a guilt
And its into the f**king fray
And the walls ran red around me
A warm arterial spray
Saying:
