Leonard Cohen Songtext
von The Dreadnoughts

Well, you′re living in disgrace, now heaven's in your face
Turn to, turn to
When it′s time to fucking walking, your hands are in your pocket
To, turn to

And your life is empty and black
For all those little things you lack

The only way to find what's go into your mind
Turn to, turn to
And can't be somebody else, now tell about yourself
Turn to, turn to

But the truth hangs in the air like a knife
You only get one shot at this life

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray
Real Irish whiskey′s coming out to play
Oh no, and so I choose, and it′s not you
Me!


And the ones you've left behind end up tired, end up blind
Turn to, turn to
Well, they′re living on the streets with their shadows at their feet
Turn to, turn to

And they drink, and they screw, and they fight
And they sleep on the city streets at night

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way
Coming from the dark side begging me to stray
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play
Oh no, and so I choose, and it′s not you
Oh!

One, two, three, four

In a cold winter haze, spent 17 days
Getting drunk at the Drake Motel
The light is glowing softly now
I'll see you down in hell
Never one for restraint was never a saint
But you′re nothing but a ghost in a shell
The light is glowing softly now
I'll see you down in hell

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Ah, you fade like ashes in the night
And you're gone before the morning light


Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way
Coming from the dark side begging me to stray
Real Irish whiskey′s coming out to play
Oh no, and so I choose, and it′s not you