Letra da Música James Dean de David Keenan

It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
Into poor wandering Becket under a mother of Pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
While feeling out of sorts like a road sweeper
dressed up to the nines

As the multi-colored kite over shoulders taking flight
And the local matador gives two fingers to the girl next door

I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
And in me father's clothes
with a bloody nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet? "
There by the slot machine
there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet

And the disciples from the street
They all burst in through open doors
And the creaking of the chairs
and the running down the stairs
Pure ecstasy

The circus master smiles pointing his finger at the mime
I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul
who was taken before his time
And all the precious stones or the mongrel's bone
won't entice me, you silly child
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold
And your mother cursed you blind

And the backdoor man feels wrong
for switching off when signing on
And the double-jointed thief wins an award
for pure indecency

I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
And in me father's clothes with a bloody nose
I sang "Isn't it so sweet? "
There by the slot machine
there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet

Then the disciples from the street
They all burst in through open doors
And the creaking of the chairs
and the running down the stairs
Pure ecstasy

I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
He's working for Irish rail