Pub Sorrow
Patrick sits there day after day
Feeling his misery slip away
Downing his lager, he is numb
Though now he's mute and dumb
Who was it that took his beauty away?
They blamed it on the IRA for Christ Sakes
Fools all, can't they see reason the bastard idiots?
Shhh whisper or jail you'll be, call it, umm… treason
Soldiers walk over our graves, glass litters the streets, and yet
I'd wager there will never be a time when our hearts will die for our country.
Proletarian, yeah for sure. Rather be poor than suck someone else's ideals in.
I got some of my own, thanks…