the slavery of money in an american
can and cannot connect with us in connacht
but maybe today i's aint about feeling you connaught
the distinction of no the predict of friction
im about to spill irish ink

before i was bored walking the plank licking a constant
contain me in special annoiying
for the pressure dropped and babes ached for the floored dan
can you fell him, inside of right tower

next fan a regioin in something simple

beneath the circle a drum and a rip off of that sat
new york in a bath

a good friday in ireland is
when we let the british let the enemy in
to finish them for finland

you once handed a king a thought
now you own the war you hung him from

and when the west end of england breaks water over new york
los angeles loses, chill.
nah, mae and dance a berry
choke back and take a tap out you railroad spike fun