To the land where the rivers freely flow
And the cattle roam on the wild callagh
Walking home three parts pissed
I stumbled and fell in the morning mist
I fell and rolled in the hungry grass
That tells the tale of a terrible past
I screamed and ran and dreamt I fell
Down in the depths of a freezing hell
Four million people starved to death
Where no one ever wants to go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
To hell which is circular all around
Down in the belly of the big cold
The very trees seemed to bend
Screamed and ran till I could run no more
Over the fields and across the moor
What the hell's that over there
A putrefying corpse sitting
Where no one ever wants to go
Down in the ground where the
Been drunk as a skunk since
From bar to bar like a ghost
I can't forget those things I saw
the devil in the Dalling Road
Down in the ground where the dead men go