White Rabbits - Sea Of Rum текст песни

[can be found at daytrotter.com]

Saint Michael, the archangel
Came down and he ran out the devil
The devil went and hid in a fishing town
Now he lives off the beach off Long Island Sound

And he plays his drums by the sea of rum
Sit in the sun all day, watching ships sail away
Then Michael would put him back in the ground
But he won't find the devil in Stanford town

When I was younger I got in trouble
I was a sailor, I fell for the bottle
Of all the places I was ever sent
I met the devil off the coast of Connecticut

And he played his drums by the sea of rum
Stayed up all night and drank until I woke in the tank
and Michael would put him back in the ground
But he won't find the devil in Stanford town

And he played his drums by the sea of rum
Cards up his sleeves they fall like leafs
Save money, when the day is done
Cause I'll be back at your door when my money's gone