The Pubcrawlers Lyrics
The Pubcrawlers Lyrics
"Finnegan's Wake Lyrics"
Anomalistic Offerings Lyrics
Evil dwells within the inner sanctum of the mind. Each person has a piece of the puzzle locked inside. It only takes the right key to open the subconscious. Once inside, it feeds like a leech sucking the blood of an organism.
Evil dwells within the inner sanctum of the mind. Each person has a piece of the puzzle locked inside. It only takes the right key to open the subconscious. Once inside, it feeds like a leech sucking the blood of an organism.
Tim Finnegan lived on Watling Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
Had a love for both the rich and the sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see, he'd sort of a tippling way
With the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
Had a drop of the craythur every morn'
Chorus:
Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya
Out Where The Ocean Meets The Sky Lyrics
Day after day year after year my heart holds a mem'ry of the day you disappeared From this blue water bay I watched your ship fade away Out where the ocean meets the sky How my heart yearns for your return Cause this lonely l
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wakeDay after day year after year my heart holds a mem'ry of the day you disappeared From this blue water bay I watched your ship fade away Out where the ocean meets the sky How my heart yearns for your return Cause this lonely l
One mornin' Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
They carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Chorus
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
GlobalEyes Lyrics
Mobilise Globalise Hypnotise Homogenise Shut your eyes Don't criticise It's a big surprise Ain't telling ya lies Truth hides in plain sight Kentucky Fried Genocide Bruised Screwed Pickled
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Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punchMobilise Globalise Hypnotise Homogenise Shut your eyes Don't criticise It's a big surprise Ain't telling ya lies Truth hides in plain sight Kentucky Fried Genocide Bruised Screwed Pickled
Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim, avoorneen! Why did you die?"
"Ah, fuck you!" said Paddy McGee
Chorus
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry,
"O Biddy," she said, "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman an
Love Story Lyrics
I like your mother I like your brother I like you And you like me too We'll get a preacher I'll buy a ring We'll hire a band With an accordion A violin And a tenor who can sing You and me you and
man to manI like your mother I like your brother I like you And you like me too We'll get a preacher I'll buy a ring We'll hire a band With an accordion A violin And a tenor who can sing You and me you and
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Chorus x2
Bridge:
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a bottle of Jameson flew at him
It missed him, landing on the bed
The liquor splattered over Tim
Tim revived, see how he rises
Fat fuck Finnegan rising from the bed
Crying, "will ya walup each girl and boy,
Thunderin' Jaysus, do ya think I'm dead?"
Chorus x2