8/24 "If I should fall from grace with God where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod so the angels can't receive me
Let me go, boys, Let me go boys
Let me go down in the mud when the rivers all run dry."
\_ Bury me at sea where no murdered ghost can haunt me.
If I rock upon the waves then no corpse can lie upon me
\_ This land was always ours -- 'twas the proud land of our fathers'
It belongs to us and them and not to any of the others...
...but more importantly:
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell,
You who raped our Motherland.
I hope you're rottin' down in hell
For the horrors you did send
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright...
"To hell or Connaught"
May you burn in hell tonight!
Shane or no, that's how it's done.
\_ Roses are red, violets are blue, tongue-fuck my shithole, bitch.
\_ One for me, and one for my homeys.
\_ Get off my dick.
\_ now get back on. now get off it... |