Mary Coughlan Sentimental Killers Lyrics

We used to live near the dockside in a black and amber blur
'Cause we laid low by the day, the night time was our world
You used to cook for the ghosters drifting over from the quays
And I'd set them up for the toasters down at Naughtons or de Bris

When those Sentimental Killers
They would come up to our rooms
Pass around a bottle
And they'd call for a tune

Can't remember how it started but things weren't going too smooth
And you're much too much the gentleman to handle all my moods
One night down at Naughtons when the place was in a hub
I broke out on the bottle and brought home half the pub

When those Sentimental Killers
They would come up to our rooms
Pass around a bottle
And they'd call for a tune What was the one they called for
Was it something 'bout the moon
Or was it 'There's no reason for the way I feel for you'?

Then I slept with Athens Jack or was it Tom the Fisherman?
You gamely carried on as if it was part of the plan
Then one night you rushed in, flailing fists and face aflame
Shoved us all out the door raining curses on my name

I can see you now from my window overlooking Grattan Bay
As you cycle hard-faced back and forth from Gentian every day
And I cannot help but wonder how things turned out so strange
How at first I was relieved, but now my feelings they have changed

When those Sentimental Killers
They would come up to our rooms
Pass around a bottle
And they'd call for a tune