Business As Usual - Gary Moore

The pink crucifix with the ivory Jesus I wanted

The man with the blood on his hands as

I ran from the river

Kissing my cousin before they took her to the graveyard

Trembling at night from the violence I heard from my bedroom

These these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

Coming home

Called up at school for my hand wasn't there to say present

Running the gauntlet outside the club rado at dawn

Rory and me without a spare string between us

Catching the last bus halfway through

I'm so glad

These these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

Coming home

Philip and me and the brush ridin' 'round in a transit

The bailey the strangely's

The smoke and the speed and the acid

Acid acid

I lost my virginity to a tipperary woman

A heart that was broken

But it wasn't the first or the last time

These these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

Coming home

Under the wings of the man they called green I found freedom

Three children one wife a twist of the knife and a scandal

Scandal scandal scandal

Divorce separation some kind of salvation came lately

So many have gone but I know it's just business as usual

Oh these these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

These these are are my memories

Coming home

These memories keep coming back

Those memories keep coming back

All those years ago

All those years ago

These are my memories

These are my memories

These are my memories