Here is a representative slice of the lyrics, which MacGowan delivers at a suitably frenzied pace: When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we’ll kneel and say a prayer But the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair.