Piss it away What I feel it is real What I do it’s the truth When I drink I can’t think When I use I need more When you’re weak I can’t speak Close your
Chorus: 'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear 'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear Grief and pain
Cold and filthy and out of hope You'll find me at the end of my rope Human garbage, more trash in the streets Wave a white flag in total defeat Your
what the fuck do you want from me? what the fuck is there to see? don't pin your stereotypes upon me 'cause you'll never, never know me people judge me
Who's on trial? The state says it's me Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free? Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth And the fuck you
sing your dream to me once more [Chorus:] 'Se mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Se mo Sheasar, gile mear Suan gan sean ni bhfuair me fein O chuaigh i gcein mo ghile mear
Spent my whole paycheck On the goddamn rent And much more I can piss and moan about Gonna piss and moan right outta here Spent the whole damn day
first one out try to run away couldnt say i dont think so we're gona piss on all the youth before we can row away __________________________ we're gona
Text based on the poem The Mearas by Philippa Boyens, translated into Old English (Rohirric) by David Salo, music by Howard Shore Solo in Old English
Curfa 'si mo laoch, mo ghile mear 'si mo chaesar, ghile mear. Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin O chuaigh in gciin mo ghile mear. Bmmse buan ar buairt
Said, the fight to make ends meet Keeps a man upon his feet Holding down his job Trying to show, he can't be bought Ooh, it takes every kind of people
imigcein. 'se mo laoch, mo ghile mear, 'se mo chaesar, ghile mear, Suan na sean ni bhfuaireas fein O chuaigh I gcein mo ghile mear. Bimse buan ar buaidhirt
CHORUS I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I hope I don't get stung Everybody's tellin
''The audience was large and brilliant. Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits, and flowers, but beyond them, I saw thorns and troubles innumerable
Who's on trial? The state says it's me Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth And the fuck you smile
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