THE EXTRME
Anno: 2000
Gruppo: BOBBY PEARSE
Autori: Bobby Pearse |Menu
Here I am.
On my way.
Wasting no time.
Because I am back home.
Home again,
Where Mrs. Jones, is laughing with her friends.
And the kids are shouting "won't you come out and play?"
Oh it's going to be a fine day.
There's Jack, poor potsherd.
Drinking whiskey till his heart, till his mind, till it goes
right to his head.
And the sky is the same
And the smell is just the way,
And everything seems like it's going to be a fine day.
I listened to the radio today.
Couldn't believe what I heard.
My country is changing, and there's not a word.
With so many years gone by
Where so many Irishmen have died,
And now we look at our lives,
They wish to kill the unborn child.
Why?
On my way.
Wasting no time.
Because I am back home.
Home again,
Where Mrs. Jones, is laughing with her friends.
And the kids are shouting "won't you come out and play?"
Oh it's going to be a fine day.
There's Jack, poor potsherd.
Drinking whiskey till his heart, till his mind, till it goes
right to his head.
And the sky is the same
And the smell is just the way,
And everything seems like it's going to be a fine day.
I listened to the radio today.
Couldn't believe what I heard.
My country is changing, and there's not a word.
With so many years gone by
Where so many Irishmen have died,
And now we look at our lives,
They wish to kill the unborn child.
Why?