St. Nazaire - Pixies

Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire

I took a bottle and a fucking prayer

I washed out with the greasy tide

I went down on the Selkie bride

Look how he’s dead and her eyes all black

Just smells like spliff and Armagnac

She lost her coat, but I like her style

She lost her head, but I like her smile

I’m all done talking to you, oh

And I don’t wanna beat you, no

I’m all done talking to you

I took a bottle and a fucking prayer

Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire

Look how he’s dead and her eyes all black

I washed down never coming back

I’m all done talking to you, oh

And I don’t wanna beat you, no

I’m done with talking to you

I’m all done talking to you, oh

And I don’t wanna beat you, no

I’m done with talking to you