I know St. Patrick's day is every 9th generation Irish-American college kid with a fake ID's favorite day of the year, but it is really fucking annoying.
1. Drinking on the street doesn't make you cool. It makes you a loser reeking of beer at 11am on a Saturday morning as you watch Mayor Daley and some horses walk by.
2. So you're really Polish, French, and German but you want to pretend to be Irish for a day? Go buy, eat, and finish a traditional Irish breakfast. Then you can put as many four leaf clover stickers on your face as will fit.
3. St. Patrick wasn't Irish, he was a Roman Britain-born missionary that was kidnapped by Irish raiders and worked as a slave for 6 years. He later returned to his home and family only to come back and take out his revenge on the country that enslaved him. He did so, by chasing out the snakes, or in other words killing or converting the Druids and Pagans to Christianity. Though there is no record connecting ol' Pat to any church in Ireland.
So, happy St. Patrick's Day everyone. Enjoy your corned beef and cabbage, brought to you by the souls of murdered pagans.
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Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die?
Forgotten freedom burns
Has the Shepherd led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun?
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through these bars of men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought?
Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though there is nothing left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I sit in and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Singin' drunken lullabies
1. Drinking on the street doesn't make you cool. It makes you a loser reeking of beer at 11am on a Saturday morning as you watch Mayor Daley and some horses walk by.
2. So you're really Polish, French, and German but you want to pretend to be Irish for a day? Go buy, eat, and finish a traditional Irish breakfast. Then you can put as many four leaf clover stickers on your face as will fit.
3. St. Patrick wasn't Irish, he was a Roman Britain-born missionary that was kidnapped by Irish raiders and worked as a slave for 6 years. He later returned to his home and family only to come back and take out his revenge on the country that enslaved him. He did so, by chasing out the snakes, or in other words killing or converting the Druids and Pagans to Christianity. Though there is no record connecting ol' Pat to any church in Ireland.
So, happy St. Patrick's Day everyone. Enjoy your corned beef and cabbage, brought to you by the souls of murdered pagans.
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Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die?
Forgotten freedom burns
Has the Shepherd led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun?
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through these bars of men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought?
Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though there is nothing left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I sit in and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Singin' drunken lullabies
