If I Should Fall from Grace with God (with Joe Strummer) - The Pogues, Joe Strummer

If I should fall from grace with God

Where no doctor can relieve me If I’m buried 'neath the sod

But the angels won’t receive me Let me go, boys

Let me go, boys

Let me go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours

Was the proud land of our fathers

It belongs to us and them

Not to any of the others

Let them go, boys

Let them go, boys

Let them go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea

Where no murdered ghost can haunt me If I rock upon the waves

Then no corpse can lie upon me It’s coming up three, boys

Keeps coming up three, boys

Let them go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

If I should fall from grace with God

Where no doctor can relieve me If I’m buried 'neath the sod

Still the angels won’t receive me Let me go, boys

Let me go, boys

Let me go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry