More songs by The Scratch
Description
Producer, Associated Performer: The Scratch
Vocal: Joe Panama
Composer, Lyricist: Daniel Lang
Lyricist, Composer: Conor Dockery
Composer, Lyricist: Cathal Mckenna
Composer, Lyricist: Gary Regan
Mixing Engineer, Producer: John 'Spud' Murphy
Engineer: Thomas Donoghue
Mastering Engineer: Ted Jensen
Lyrics and translation
Original
A pinner and no lighter after a search
The snow falls as quiet as the dust in the church
A pinner and no lighter after a search
The shock will always reveal the feel to heal
Your're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
A sinner with a head on a shovel
What you say might give it away, might lead to trouble
A sinner with a head on a shovel
To live is to rest and rest might be to give
You're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
Does it get better or worse?
And I get doubt about it altogether
A fella be done when he calls for the sugar
Stank to death, short for breath, short for wealth
A fella be done when he calls for the sugar
To my surprise he's dead to rights, try as I might
You're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
Does it get better or worse?
And I get doubt about it altogether
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
English translation
A pinner and no lighter after a search
The snow falls as quiet as the dust in the church
A pinner and no lighter after a search
The shock will always reveal the feel to heal
Your're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
A sinner with a head on a shovel
What you say might give it away, might lead to trouble
A sinner with a head on a shovel
To live is to rest and rest might be to give
You're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
Does it get better or worse?
And I get doubt about it altogether
A fella be done when he calls for the sugar
Stank to death, short for breath, short for wealth
A fella be done when he calls for the sugar
To my surprise he's dead to rights, try as I might
You're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
Does it get better or worse?
And I get doubt about it altogether
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'