Gerry's Ashes
The Rain Pours down on the autumn leaves
And the wind blows cold on Gerry's Ashes
The wind blows cold on Gerry's Ashes
Thinking back to Plymouth Hoe days
And the suicide girl that I sat with all night
The Suicide girl that I sat with all night
The Sun came up she brushed her red hair
Her strawberry lips on the coffee cup I gave her
Looked at me with a twinkle in her beautiful green eyes
She said, Come on let's go
We walked down Pier Street down to the sea front
She climbed up to the top board
I got worried she got naked and dived off the top board
Into the deep blue Plymouth Sea.
I got worried she got naked and dived off the top board
Into the deep blue Plymouth Sea.
She got worried I got naked and dived off the top board into the deep blue Plymouth Sea
The Rain Pours down on the autumn leaves
And the wind blows cold on Gerry's Ashes
The wind blows cold on Gerry's Ashes
She got worried I got naked and dived off the top board into the deep blue Plymouth Sea
I got worried she got naked and dived off the top board into the deep blue Plymouth Sea
Autor(es): Chris Constantinou, Rat Scabies
