THE ROOM UPSTAIRS

Happy bastards whoop`n it up
You can hear them like they
Was in the room
The blaring horns  and drum

C`mon honey doncha love me
Come back to bed she said
The thump`n sounds
Like com`n through the floor

Tooo much t`drink
Gotta git outa here
This is no place to die
Can see the headline now

Fighter dies in the room upstairs
Drunk above the black saddle
Left some kids`n sweet  young wife
His life a fading light


Struggling to his feet
Falling stupid gross
Stumbling out onto the street
Clinging to a cold lamp post

Slowly sinking to the ground
Life of a fighter always bad
His only possessions left upstairs
In a room above black saddle

----- Eagle Cruagh