I thought, I told you not to run down on the one way track. There's a man with a train and he's coming fast. We could ask him how to turn it around. He'll decipher your life and then run you down.
Ten years ago on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. Just a few at the scene, and they all did agree. That the man who ran looked a lot like me.
Samantha put down the gun. The silence here is suffocating. Samantha put down the gun. We're overrun, we're overrun. . Samantha put down the gun. Our friends will not be lost forever.
When first I came to Ireland some pleasure for to find. It's there I spied a damsel fair, most pleasing to my mind. Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes like arrows pierced my breast.
Play me the empty space behind my eyes. They're yelling and screaming. But all I keep hearing is blah, blah, blah, blah. . They're talking about the girls and boys, making too much noise.
You've got to run. You've got to go to the police. It's okay, you'll be fine. I think this is what's best for you. It's gonna turn out right. . I've got to go.
Wasted all our hopes on a whim. And they let us down. It's all coming down again. . In the end there was nothing left but questions. What started as a revolution petered out in guilt and shame.
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for.
Oh, hide me, would you love. Until all have gone?. Horsemen riding, shouting, laughing. To their hunting song. . Somber words would feign contentment.
Oh oh aw, im over here.. I'm pride with lots of fear. Tight hands but my throad is clear.. I'm half a man.. I know your space is in me.. I know my face is yours..
I want to cry but the tears won't come. There's blood on the ground. I think I know where it's from. But my hands are tied as I watch you die. . Step away son, the worst is past, he said.
come all ye fair and tender ladies. take warning how you court young men. theyre like a star on summer morning. they first appear and then theyre gone.
Come back to anywhere. Neither here or there. When I thought I'd never find you. There's an awful strain. But I don't want to complain. It's really not that bad.
Sing, sing, oh, so sucker. For the sugar substitute and artificial flavoring. Small wonder I felt so safe. Inside nothing more than a smoke screen and masquerade.
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for.
Will this be the last plane ride in your swing?. The harvest moon has come and with her sadness brings. My mom says, "It's too cold to play", so I'm just waiting here.
I was down the glen one Easter morn. To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men. In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo.
All of my eye. down the drain. everything that's left. nothing more than the grave. Why did you leave?. like you're the one who can decide the thing like that.
The boar's head in hand bear I. Bedecked with bay and rosemary;. So I pray you my masters be merry,. Quot estis in convivio [as many as are at the feast]..