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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Well, I always remember, I never forget the memory of you and things I regret Replies that I wish that I could could retract, but it's times when I'm
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So where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? And where have ya been my Johnny-O? You?ve been down to the orphanage. Were ya down there messing with the
How can I enjoy myself with you always on my ass? Memories of our greatest times lay shattered like a glass. You?re trying to entrap me with the way
