Lyrics:
I got pope John Paul in his casket turning
When I'm at a Catholic sermon smashed
With a flask of bourbon
Dashing in a black suburban, passing
on a couch
They planted shit in your house
Claiming that you dipping your snout
But the law point fingers when
The villains is out
Every third pig is using
We fall and we're dried up
We suffer and scream
We build walls and tear right down
The base of our dreams
We missed the point of turning by now
After
like UK Apache
Like Itchy and Scratchy alone
Anakin, panicking, end of attack of the clones
Rackin' my brain for a couple of answers
Country is run by
As I mow them down
My sympathetic nervous system's
Fight or flight response
Is dilating my pupils
So that I'm a better shot
Shot
Hollow points rip
points for being one of your favorite
I made it, instinct, never basic like Kim Basinger
I still run the base, you run the bases
Out of this world
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
Seven months in the making, making only organized crime
We'll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore
Another turning point in time tonight
nation
But you shouldn't lay the blame
Don't point your hand in our direction
You shouldn't play the saint
We always rocked your party
We didn't
The end, the end, the end...End of time, end of life, point of no return has past. Years gone by, all is lost, into the fires we're cast. No turning back,
reaching
For every turn there's a turning point
From this eternal battle
And all of this hassle
What have I learned
[Chorus: x 2]
reprisal the British army killed
Innocent people watching a hurling game
That day would become a turning point
Irish psyche would never be the same
The point of no return
The closing of the door
The coldest days of Winter
The center of the storm
Before the dust has settled down
Before the spiral turns
Don't pull away
Hang on by a fingernail
Or you will be deported
This is the best
This is the taste
Is it anything but a test
I keep thinking about
Saw you again
It is like some kind of sin is turning its back on me
Straight to the point
Where rumours can annoy
You are always in brilliant skies
If I seem just a little bit out of touch do you
Think it could be because of you?
Underneath real blood and deep conviction is
Another point of view
Far away the sky is turning grey
Although the sun is shining above right here
No, I won't let the fish eat you...
And of course I know they wouldn't
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
night with a bag she can reach in
Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in
We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end
By twenty-five I
a purpose
I am revival
The turning point to a close-minded race
Open your mind, we all bleed the same
One day they'll stand at the foot of my grave
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