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O where are you now my love of mine
I've had every drop of my brandy and wine
Until I am safe within your arms
My tears fill all of my days

O say that you won't leave me and say you won't deceive me.
It's a fine man you are, my god you have my heart.

Well, tonight is our last night on earth my friends
So let's sleep with the stars as our ceiling
And kiss me one time and please make it good
It could be our last night until morn
Well, I guess I know that I'll always be
The one and only one for me
But I hope that this once we dance this dunce
What's to be seen now together we'll see

Stand there alone
As the cops and the lawyers debate
And now they chop me to pieces
Or shoot me
Captain Merill did quite well
I was a bastard, I'd say
Another Martyr
Another story

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 whatever you do,
I just care that you'll be true.
If you want to be a cowboy, then that's what you do.

The place I live – it is not here
It’s somewhere in between
It’s too dark and cold to smile
Soldiers loom too keen to avoid
All the same guns, kneecaps, and donations run rampant
The argument keeps them employed
What parliament could stand to realize is that
They planted this troublesome seed

Chicago can be very cold
It's a bitter land of frost and snow
But's where my eyes did first behold
you in the Emerald City

Stay with me this afternoon
hand to me my glass and spoon
my only delight is in being with you

It was 1993
when my own true love and me
and put the troubles from our mind
So it's cause to celebrate
Said your oldest dearest mate
Said Johnny come have a drink
Before ya's go and leave us all behind
Now I look on that good bye

Her slightest move still commands my attention
I've seen her look radiant engulfed in convention
More beautiful than anyone here or I've seen
I've followed those brown eyes a thousand times to the stream
I've followed those brown eyes a thousand times to the stream
I've followed those brown eyes a thousand times to the stream
More beautiful than anyone here or I've seen
I've seen her look radiant engulfed in convention

Well I consented to throw a ball
And out they all were turning,
All the wise ones, one and all,
All the men and women of learning.
All of learning the lazy ways,
Of rag men and their brothers.
Slothful artistic fools,
Who were tossed out by their mothers

Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.

Oh, Dee Dee Ramone, where have you gone?
In misery all day long, to shoot some dope right into your arm.
Oh, the sun does rise, the birds do sing.

I remember the rosary, the Catechism, the stations of the cross,
The plenary indulgence, and I know it isn't this.
Depression and nightmares and panic through and through.
Although I've been successful there's always more to do.
There are many things I know I've done to help me to survive,
But I will never tell anyone as long as I'm alive.
There's times it seems there's no way out, not any to escape,
Because of abuse and turmoil, and trauma, and of rape.

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 in, let me in,
I’m your conscience, let me in.

You cannot bear to go on this way,
You’ve passed many trials,

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 can drink it here at home,
Oh please don’t stay out all night long, for every pub to roam.

Siobhan is on the whiskey, Siobhan is on the gin,
Siobhan is drinking Red Bull and Vodka and won’t be home again.
I stay up late here every night, although it is no sin,

Here come the Boland brothers now
The five of them straight from the plow
Terry, that one, he’s a shite
A babblin’ shitehawk big and bright

Fight Fight
I’m up against the Bolands
Fight Fight

You say you're telling me right now of how you think that it should be
By the hand of Democratic law and the hand of decency
But, your raging, you won't talk law to me or tell me any stand
You're pointing all the fingers but refuse to shake the hand
Instead of sitting content in your ideals and your laws
You have to tell me what you see, 'cause I can't see a lot
But I see how Democratic your law is when it's revised and necessarily changed
The Irish were arrested without warrants 'cause they were soldiers armed and estranged

Oh all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company
And of all the harm that ever I've done alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit to memory now I can't recall
So fill to me my parting glass, good night and joy be with you all

Of all the comrades that ever I had, I'm sorry for my going away
And of all the sweethearts that ever I had, I wish you one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not

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 you speak to me.
You're trying to get an answer that I won't give easily.

Don't you know that I love you? But I want to run away,
From the traps and ultimatums, that you're giving me each day.
On eggshells all around you, it's making me want to run further away.