This one’s not going to end well
But after he’s gone, the traders will trade
Fliers will fly, seafarers will ride on the swell
Shading their eyes in the glare of the sun
Though this one’s not going to end well
For anyone
This one’s not going to end well
But after he’s gone, the gypsy will smile
And the poets will dream
And their fortunes in crystal she’ll tell
As she looks in the glass where the stories are spun
Though this one’s not going to end well
For anyone
Chained to the oars below
Or bound to the wheel
Drums beating hard and slow
Under the heel
This one’s not going to end well
Still after he’s gone, they’ll whip up old lies
To ride into power, and history comes back from hell
Give a tyrant his way with the club and the gun
This one’s not going to end well
For anyone
This one’s not going to end well
For anyone
Other lyrics by Mark Knopfler:
Ahead Of The Game
It was nothing but the hits in a room downtown They’re noisy as hell but nice People don’t usually get to play in there More than a time or twice You had your …
All Comers
There’ll be one or two in every crowd One or two lads being loud Having themselves a weekend Come out the beer tent with their mates Look over where we stand and …
Along A Foreign Coast
In a silhouette the slumbering grove Against a twilight sky An arch of stars to span the cove In dusk, now in dark they lie In dusk, now in dark they lie His privateer in …
Bad Day For A Knife Thrower
Rain’s like thunder on the canvas It’s been coming down hard all day You’ll get the weather And the people all staying away On the old showground On the …
Before My Train Comes
That’s my train coming, I can hear the whistle blow There’s something you should know Before I leave you And I hang up my guns Before my train comes Good …