"Shots"
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Mary loves the grouse, hides the bottles round the house,
She watches
chat shows and the soaps, broken-hearted but she copes,
Michael's out of work, feels he's sinking in the murk,
He's unshaven and a mess, finds it hard some days to dress
Stevie smashes the delf,
'cos he can't express himself,
He's consumed by rage, like his father at his age,
Rita's little child, has a lovely little smile,
This means nothing to her father, because he's never even seen her.
We sing, sing all our cares away
We'll live, to fight another day
Joey's off the gear, he's been clean for half a year,
He gets bored out of his mind, but he's tryin' to toe the line
Maggie's in a chair, 'twas joyriding put her there,
She puts the kettle on the boil, and
she's always got a smile
We sing, sing all our cares away
We'll live, to fight another day
We sing, sing all our cares away,
We'll live, to love another day,
We grow strong, from it all,
We grow strong, or we fall,
We grow strong, from it all,
We grow strong, or we fall,
We grow strong.
Walkin' through the city
Was as lonely as could be
I'm wanderin' in the night-time out in search of company
I feel real isolation
When all around me life
Familiar but unfriendly
Unfriendly with no choice
And, I can see the evil
But I can feel the good
Shining out to greet me
From within bone and blood
I'm throwin' off this loneliness
I can't stick it anymore
Only need myself tonight to open up that door
And I know that sometimes it gets so bad
But you're not on your own so don't be sad
'Cos if you feel real bad then you're
not on your own tonight
Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own tonight
Oh yeah yeah yeah,
You see I know the feelin'
Don't have to tell me nothin'
'Cos you know I know the feeling
Everybody seems to think it's they
who bear the pain
They who bear the biggest cross
The loneliness and the shame
Day to day you suffer when you're livin' in your past
If you started livin' for the now you could free yourself at last
If you started living for the now, for yourself and those around,
Experience and celebrate the freedom that you've found
You could free yourself forever, and live life as you should
The choice is yours to take now 'cos I've said all that I could.
But I know that sometimes it gets so
bad
But you're not on your own so don't be sad
'Cos if you feel real bad then you're not on your own tonight
Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own tonight
Well if you feel real bad then you're not on your own tonight
Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own tonight
Oh yeah yeah yeah,
You see I know the feelin'
Don't have to tell me nothin'
You know I know the feeling
Well if you feel real bad then you're not on your own
Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own
Tonight...
Mammy sings wonderfully,
Lamenting melodies,
Then Daddy comes home from work,
He falls in and goes berserk.
The priest calls around for tea,
He always seems so terribly lonely,
Talks of industrial school,
As he looks at me so cruel.
On Paddy's Day,
Well they marched in Amerikay.
On Paddy's Day
Well they danced down Cricklewood way
On Paddy's Day,
Well they sang around Botany Bay
On Paddy's Day,
For my sanity I'll pray
Da fought the Black and Tans,
So did our uncle Dan.
Then there was civil war,
And we ne'er saw Dan anymore.
We all have to walk to Cobh.
A family of 13, both young and old.
Transport our poverty,
To a room and a ditch cross the sea.
On Paddy's Day,
And they marched in Amerikay.
On Paddy's Day, Well they danced down Cricklewood way
On Paddy's Day, Well they sang around Botany Bay.
On Paddy's Day,
And my sanity I'll pray.
St Patrick's Day
St Patrick's Day
On Patrick's Day
On Patrick's Day
Count your blessings that you have
enough bread
Your belly full and there's a roof over your head
Don't go forgetting how lucky you are
You have your health and you've a job and you've a car.
What is it with us we always wanting more?
'Til greed consumes us and we're rotten to the core
We should be humble and wise and true
In this world today that's getting so hard to do.
I don't know
I feel as though
I was cursed with a brain
Mother Earth she gave us all we
possess
But we keep on takin' till she has less and less
Are we gonna realise that greed results in war
Or will we disappear just like the dinosaur?
I want the wisdom of the ancient tribes
For all our progress they were more civilised
Can't help thinking that we've lost our way
Once I'm back on track I won't be led astray
I don't know
I feel as though
I was cursed with a brain
I don't know
I feel as though
We were cursed with a brain
I'm goin' insane
Don't look out, look within
Change yourself, but to begin
Don't look out, look within
Change yourself, but to begin.
Doing E, doing speed, doing cocaine
Mix it with alcohol and go insane
In the morning the edge of the knife
Where the hell is the bright side of life?
It's a farcical high for a few hours
Then you're blind and you can't see the bright flowers
For the light of a child and the glee
If you splurge then the law you'll agree
Turns you into a shell of what you used to be
All the weeks you're living in a fantasy
Fantasise about the party to come
Then your day-life just doesn't seem fun
I'm not telling you how to do your thing
I'm just laying down some facts about indulging
How the shit going 'round can become
Your controller, your dictator, your one
I'm giving it up I swear in the New Year..
No more of that for me, you'll see...
I'm going to be going straight I can't wait
Until this year is gone, party on..
Coming down on the ground in a small house
You're a man but you feel like a small mouse
Not so long ago you felt like a king
Someone give me psychiatrist a ring
We'll have no bread and feel feckin' brain-dead
All alone in a room full of E-heads
Feel so hollow and sickingly and worthless
There's no cure in the mosques or the churches
I met strangers who barely six hours ago
Were the best friends I thought I'd ever know
Now they're strangers again 'cos I'm down
And I won't say 'hello' if I see them in town
I sing the song of the colony
How many years and you're still not free
And your mother cries and you ask god why
Greed is the knife and the scars run deep
How many races with much reason to weep
And your children cry
And you ask god why
Annie, she came from Dunlavin Town
The TB came and killed her family all around
Population booms
Eleven in two rooms
Katie she came from down Townsend street
Ten in a bed and no shoes on their feet
1916 came
They played the patriots game
Freddy, he came from the Iveagh flats
Tenement slums and infested with rats
Sleeping on damp straw
Trying not to break the law
Thomas, he came from Kilmaine in Mayo
Semi starvation was the only life you'd know
In a two room shack
Then jailed in Letterfrack
I look to the east, I look to the west
To the north and the south, and I'm not too impressed
Time after time
After crime after crime
They raped, robbed, pillaged, enslaved and murdered
Jesus Christ was their god and they done it in his name
So he could take the blame if it's not all a game
With bible in one hand and a sword in the other
They came to purify my land of my Gaelic Irish mothers
And fathers, and sisters and brothers
With our own ancient customs, laws, music, art
Way of life and culture
Tribal in structure
We had a civilisation
When they were still neanderthal nations
We suffer with the Native American, the Indian in Asia
Aboriginal Australia
The African people with their history so deep
And our children still weep and our lives are still cheap
You came from Germany, from France, from England
And from Spain
From Belgium and from Portugal
You all done much the same
You took what was not yours
Went against your own bible
You broke your own laws
Just to out do the rival
But did you ever apologize
For the hundreds and millions of lives
You destroyed and terrorised
Or have you never realized
Did you never feel shame
For what was done in your country's name
And find out who's to blame and why they were so inhumane
And still they teach you in your school
About those glorious days of rule
And how it's your destiny to be
Superior to me
But if you've any kind of mind
You'll see that all human kind
Are the children of this earth
And your hate for them will chew you up and spit you out
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
Inside our minds we hold, hold the key
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on my goal
Well, I take a few shluggs on the kisser
I'm coming back at ye, you know I'm going to catch ye
'Cos you know I've got no brakes
It, doesn't matter how long that it takes
My luck I'm going to make.
I take a few shluggs on the kisser
I'm coming back wailing, big right sailing
because you know I've got no brakes
it doesn't matter how long that it takes
My luck I'm going to make.
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on my goal
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on the ball
Well I've exchanged the spear and the sword for words and melody
Oh. what a felony how the record company
pushes the McDonalds Music: an aural lobotomy for those who choose it.
Corporations pumpin' all this money in to pop
To keep the real singers far away from the top
Some folks are never told what these corporations do
Fuckin' up the planet exploiting me and you!
Well, I take a few shluggs on the kisser
I'm coming back at ye, you know I'm going to catch ye
'Cos you know I've got no brakes
It, doesn't matter how long that it takes
My luck I'm going to make.
I take a few shluggs on the kisser
I'm coming back wailing, big right sailing
because you know I've got no brakes
it doesn't matter how long that it takes
My luck I'm going to make.
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on my goal
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on the ball
From my room in Donaghmede I'm 'bout to kick all your asses
Stick your pink champagne and fuck your backstage passes
I'm a warrior coming down the mountain at ye
A wood cairn springing from the trees to catch ye
I'm licking my wounds in the wilderness
Praying for the warmth of the sun's kiss
My time has come, your race is run
The throne is rightly mine you greedy swine
Well, I take a few shluggs on the kisser
I'm coming back at ye, you know I'm going to catch ye
'Cos you know I've got no brakes
It, doesn't matter how long that it takes
My luck I'm going to make.
I take a few shluggs on the kisser
I'm coming back wailing, big right sailing
because you know I've got no brakes
it doesn't matter how long that it takes
My luck I'm going to make.
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on my goal
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on the ball
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on my goal
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on the ball
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on my goal
Patience, gimme some of that sweet patience lord.
I'll keep my eye on the ball
Girl I've been hurt in the past, cut up
I find it hard to bring down my guard.
Hold me, closely, and softly sweetly kiss my lips, my lips
Oh baby baby baby, hold me closely, and softly sweetly kiss your lips, your lips.
It's been so long since I heard that song,
It always does remind me of us.
Hold me, closely, and softly sweetly kiss my lips, my lips
Oh baby baby baby, hold me closely, and softly sweetly kiss your lips, your lips.
The last time that I saw you,
I shouted and I fought you,
That awful night we parted,
was when this nightmare started.
But now tonight I see you,
And jesus how I miss you.
Oh baby baby baby, hold me closely, and softly sweetly kiss my lips, my lips
Oh baby baby baby, hold me closely, I softly sweetly kiss your lips, your lips.
Choctaw nation I am in your debt
Choctaw nation I just want to thank you
Choctaw nation I got so upset
When I learned of your wisdom and your virtue
I am sorry for that evil man, I feel shame
That he came from my country
I am sorry for that Sheridan
And the other tools used in Colonies.
You were halved on the trail of tears
In the wintertime of the year
Had to leave
Nanih
Waiya
For the cold Oklahoma
Well you lay down upon the road
Tired and hungry and freezing cold
Thousands died on the rough terrain
Food and blankets they never came
You sent money you could not afford
You were touched by Irish people's suffering
And your brave example struck a chord
Now the Irish are so good at giving
Choctaw nation, thank you.
Down a spraypaint backalley, I look up at the sky
And I see through red eyes
The seagulls wheel around and around Worn out couches and fridges, and mongrel dogs roam free
There are rags and there are riches Inside this head for me
We drink cheap English cider, and smoke hashish from North Africa.
I've been tryin' to get the mix right, But I haven't got it right tonight.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.....
I've a fifteen year old moustache,
I'm so desperate for to be a man. People tell me to shave it off,
If I shave it I'm a boy again.
Watch my father and my brother, Fixing old cars.
And their rough oil stained hands,
Are skilled and scarred.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.....
Behind this big rusty shed door
There's a punch bag and a clapped out car
As the car sits on breeze blocks
The punch bag takes some heavy shots
Down the lane way sniffin' petrol
I thought pebbledash was snow
As I stumbled in a blizzard
The pain inside me disappeared
Cross the city down the alleys
A thousand kids like me
They are watching through red eyes
The flock of little birds gracefully gliding by
Ooh, ooh, ooh.....
Fought in the lane, lost in the lane
Swallowed the shame, then I fought again
Fought in the lane, cried in the lane Swallowed the pain, then I fought again
Fell in the lane, got back up in the lane Died in the lane, and came alive again
We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars
We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars
We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars
We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars... the stars, ooh the stars, the stars.
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