Letra de St. Nazaire
Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire I drank a bottle and a fuck me prayer I washed out with the greasy tide I went down on the Selkie brideHer daddy's dead and her eyes are black Smells like spliff and Armagnac She lost her coat but I like her style She lost her head but I like her smileI'm all done talking to you, oh And I don't wanna be true, oh I'm all done talking to youI drank a bottle and a fuck me prayer Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire Her daddy's dead and her eyes are black I washed out, never going backI'm all done talking to you, oh And I don't wanna be true, no I'm done with talking to youI'm all done talking to you, oh And I don't wanna be true, no I'm done with talking to you