Fatima Mansions - On Suicide Bridge Lyrics
On suicide bridge, I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine, weary of the humiliations of the crouch end. there I was. an old lady passed me. she smiled and said, good mornYoung man. I looked at her and I said, Im going to kill myself. she smiled again and said, yes, I think thats a very good idea.On suicide bridge one winters dayMy eyes were sprouting lemonsI had paid a greek to listen to me speakHe said limasol *, she beckons.And so my subjects gathered beneath me thereI gave a mighty roarWi me too-rye-ah, fah-la-deedle-dah--Shut up, irish bore!Come back, my children! come back! come back!All that was lost has been regained, shall remain with usNow and forever, amen.Come back! come back! come back, my children! come back!* a city in crete.