I left my home, and I picked up a gun, Left the mountains and the valleys And the linnets sweet old song, In defense of Dublin City and Our Rights defense
just never enough booze, To keep the fires burning, There?s just never enough beer, To keep the torment from returning. I toss and turn through every night, Spent in agony
And all the children that died that day, For that, there is no cause. You plan and execute with speed, Your moral code is all you heed, It?s agony to
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork [4x], So I think I?d like some brandy and some port. [Chorus:] Well there?s nothing wrong with
The thunder cracks at the hills and plains, The rain does lash at your window pane. I am the ghost of your past refrain, I?m your conscience, let me
I?ll take the bucket to the well, Siobhan, oh Siobhan. For to boil your breakfast and to keep the cottage warm. And for the blend your whiskey, so you
If your reactions are reflecting immediate gratification, will you be happy continuing the way you begun? For If you're not already happy, then sadness
You can be what you want to be. You can be whatever you see. Whatever in this world makes you happy. Don't listen to them listen to me. I don't care
Well this world is hard and no one gives a shit to help anyone or give them their just pay. There ain?t no hand out and they take more than they give
Well over the sea, and far away, Our kids die in deserts, they been sent that way, To guard oil rigs where the head cutters reign, And blow them away
I remember the rosary, the Catechism, and the stations of the cross, the plenary indulgence and i know it isn't this. Depression and nightmares and
I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy To live the Romany way your whole life through Busking ?round the world it leaves me thinking That it?s less
