The Great Eradicator

The red rose of (...) was pinned to her breast

Where the black heart of folk music beats between rests

Where the beauty MacGowen swung McColl's axe around

Navigating his way

through the streets of this town

Hallelujah we're drunk to hell

and it's good that we are

O great eradicator

who is driving this car

Fill up my radiator

with the great eradicator

Then carry me home, you're never alone

With the great eradicator

Those sons of the water, the dishevelled crew

Spanning the steel iron, women, for you

And the sad rent boys and the melody men

Roaring the guts of an accordion

Hallelujah we're drunk to hell

and it's good that we are

O great eradicator

who is driving this car

Fill up my radiator

with the great eradicator

Then carry me home, you're never alone

With the great eradicator

Then carry me home, you're never alone

With the great eradicator