Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me She shuffles her feet In that kitchen retreat Victorian respite Irish streets of gold
ve been whittled away Like a thief in the night Rum crushes and steals you, no warning I'm still searching for a state of grace A state of grace Cop
Verse: All of my life I have searched for clarity I have wrestled with some paths very deep inside of me I lost some rounds, been knocked around Felt
Into the valley, betrothed and divine Realization's no virtue but who can define Why soldiers go marching those masses a line? This disease is catching
For as long as I remember I ran a life of crime Harmed everyone that I know Stolen what's not mine Problems solved through violence Feelings dulled with
The stain of these times Cuts right into our lives These conflict days they kill They wear us down Blood stains the ground The belt it has tightened
Two hundred Irish go into Mexico To fight a battle of manifest destiny Driven by their Catholic conscience They chose to rise and do what's right Joined
Pray as you rest on this night As God, November, and Boston Let you take flight May you rest in peace After you leave Albany Street So much love you left
Hey you, remember me Way back in North Quincy Go fast, hold back If we hold on for one day We just might last I remembers bouts Morning blackouts Coupled
You were the razor edge poet From a punk lost generation Shaking off praise, so humble man Shattering expectation You're relevant right now More so than
girl, farewell cruel world Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop! They got straps to got Boston explodes A gang will roll Hummy hits the street
been lost in space I keep putting expression-less upon my face An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin My fall from grace, will do
and the laws of man Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand The worlds not easy the blind man said Turns on nothing but money and dread Dogs
been lost in space I keep putting expression looks upon my face An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin While far from grace, will
