us in stoves And the government swallow our souls I'm gettin drunk of a wild Irish rose My brain's haunted, roll with much pain and torment A fire like
landscapes what did you expect? Now-a-days even the babies got guns Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun Misplace the bottle might catch a bad one Have a
a wild Irish rose My brain's haunted, roll with much pain and torment A fire like Elijah that came with the warnin Bodies bein carried at the sound of the organ