Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Who wrote the book of love?
Dear Monotones, I'm going to make me a big sharp axe, shining steel-tempered in the fire. I'll chop you down like an old dead tree. Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Why do fools fall in love?
Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Who's sorry now?
What's your name?
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Dear Lynyrd, One summer evening, drunk to hell, I stood there nearly lifeless. An old man in the corner sang "Where the Water Lilies Grow." And on the jukebox Johnny sang about a thing called love. And it's how are you kid and what's your name, and how would you bloody know?
Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, How soon is now?
Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Will you still love me tomorrow?
The Pogues perform with Justin Townes Earle, 8 p.m. Thursday, October 29, at House of Blues, 1204 Caroline, 888-402-5837 or www.hob.com/houston.