Batignolles from Holy Drinker by Robert Sunday
Tracklist
| 8. | Batignolles | 2:32 |
Lyrics
He collapsed like a sack on the checkerboard tiles
Whilst godless Parisians made for the aisles
The holiest drinker lay prone 'midst the dog ends and dirt
Even the waiters who'd never believed
Said this is a job for the St Marie priests
They carried his body across the road into the church
And Joseph falls down
Joseph falls down
And Joseph falls down
Oh down in the corner
Collapsed on the floor
In the gloom of the Café Tournon
Oh escaping the squalor with Horvath and Toller
A legend, a drink,then we're gone
Dragged to the vestry and dumped in a chair
The priests and Therese kneeled and murmured a prayer
He reached in his pocket and gave her the money he owed her
His debt finally paid and his honour restored
He died with a sigh by the grace of the lord
May God grant us all, all us drinkers, such a good and easy death








