Sunday morning 10 AM, I awake to find my preacher
Who'd
It's Christmas
Break free from their garbage
Whose answers serve you best? Who'll save yo
It was a stormy, stormy day
Ta/ sneachta ga freasach fa/ bhe/al na mbeann'
Their razor sharp tongues
And I was far too scared to ask if you were coming
All confrontations are decimating
I get along without too much advice
Go suck some head for an extra buck(or something)
Well the start just never happened, as our hopes r
They came and took my Dad away to serve some time,
Now here I stand with my petunias in hand
fa' la ninna dormi pija sonno
You've got an itch to scratch the shiny bits
The F-L-Y guy
But You give me the keys to paradise
Einmal sieht auch dich ein Mann
You turned your back on me
Crush her flame
The writing's on the wall