Whiskey In the Jar (BBC Radio 1 John Peel Session) - Thin Lizzy

Take a step out of yourself And you turn around Take a look at who you are It's pretty scary So silly It's revolting You're not much If you're anything Take a step outside the city And you turn around Take a look at where you are It is revolting You're really nowhere So wasteful So foolish Poppycock Who said don't look back? Don't believe 'em Go for that crazy sounding restaurant 'Cause they're gonna try and get behind you Don't you let 'em do it You know what I'm talking about? You hear me talking? You hear me talking? It's pretty scary, totally, it's so revolting It's pretty scary, totally, it's so revolting It's pretty scary, totally, it's so revolting It's pretty scary, totally, it's so revolting Take a step out of the country And you turn around Take a look at where you are It is amazing Take a good look You're no big deal You're so petty It's a laugh Take a step outside the planet Turn around and around Take a look at where you are It's pretty scary

As I was going over Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take you" My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh I took on all his money and it was a pretty penny I took on all his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me and never would she leave me But the devil take that woman 'cause you know she tricked me easy My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh Feeling drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Taking my money with me but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven it was captain Farrell I jumped up and found all my pistols and I shot him with the barrels My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh Now some men like the fishing and some men like to travel And some men like to hear the cannon ball a roaring But me - I like sleeping specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison here I am with a ball and chain, yeah My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh I got drunk on whiskey And I love and I love and I love my Molly.

I am the warrior I serve the death machine Losers or conquerors All flash past on my silver screen Death is no easy answer For those who wish to know Ask those who have been before you What fate the future holds It ain't pretty... I am a messenger The message here, you must know I am the warrior I deliver the fatal blow So fate will have to wait Till time can heal the scar My heart is ruled by Venus And my head by Mars

Somewhere on the waterfront Johnny's hiding with a gun Swears he'll kill any man that tells his story He's not sorry for what he's done He broke into a drugstore To cure his daily need He didn't mean to shoot the guard But he was blinded by the greed Oh Johnny You see that nun, she's his sister She doesn't know that he's gone bad When they told it to his father It drove the old man mad Just as his mother warned him From her dying bed It's alright to lose your heart But never lose your head Oh Johnny Now the cops have got him surrounded And he doesn't stand a hope He wonders how he could be in so much trouble Over just a little dope Five to one he gets away That's the odds I'm going to give Five to four they blast him away Three to one he's going to live Oh Johnny Back in the alley where he was slain I thought I heard something move Beside the trash can lay a heart and chain The picture had been removed Just another juiced up junkie Looking for a bed It's alright to lose your heart But never lose your head Oh Johnny

Johnny Cool was the king, he was the leader of the boot boys He'd never cause no trouble, in a rumble make some noise He heard about some chick and they way she liked to rock He said, "Come here honey, let me see you lift up your frock" Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Miss Lucy was a chick and he knew she like to ball He said, "Come on Lucy, it don't matter to me at all" But Miss Lucy got a fella with a flick knife in his hand Johnny Cool pull a shotgun, the man is in command Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there King Cool, King Kong, King King With all the kings King of hearts he's a lover and he give her everything King of spades, he's a brother doin' his own thing King of clubs makes a dollar King of diamonds is a wedding ring Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Gonna be a little showdown Showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there (Gonna be, got to be, gonna be, got to be, showdown) Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there Showdown, showdown there