St. John Of Gods - Shane MacGowan, The Popes

See the man

The crushed up man

With the crushed up Carrolls packet in his hand

Doesn’t seem to see or care

Or even understand

And all he says is:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

Once he stood in a bar room brawl

With a broken bottle in his hand

Screaming:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

The coppers came

Dragged him away from his crucified Lord

Beat him up in a meat wagon

And they stood him up in court

And all he had to say was:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

St John Of Gods, St John Of Gods

St John Of Gods, St John Of Gods

See the man,

The crushed up man

With the crushed up Carrolls packet in his hand

Doesn’t seem to see or care

Or even understand

And all he says is:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

St John Of Gods, St John Of Gods

F yez all, F yez all