Lyrics:
Arkansas
I'm private smith from Kansas
I'm private Ryan from Maine
I'm private burke from wisconsin
I'm private O'Brien from Texas
I'm private Muntz
and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim Mavourneen why did you die?"
"Arrah hold your gob" said Paddy
and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim Mavourneen why did you die?"
"Arrah hold your gob" said Paddy
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you die?
Arrah, hold your gob, said Patty Megee
Whack
followed my dancin' feet
To the University of Bourbon Street
Yeah, we got high-class, low-rent Voodoo information
Pat O'Brien's hurricane accreditation
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you die?
Arrah, hold your gob, said Patty Megee
Whack
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us ends
Ed O'Brien: We climbed mountains so high it
Seemed as if we would
Scrape the moon but
and milk-white thighs,
And mickey dodgers in disguise.
Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs,
Massage parlours in horse boxes.
There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns,
(Porter Howell/Dwayne O'Brien)
(Track 6 - Time 3:29)
She cries and tells me she needs your love
And that's she's not giving up so easily
She
and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim Mavourneen why did you die?"
"Arrah hold your gob" said Paddy
last breath because we are
The house gang, rap's holy alliance
Why you so scurred? I'm only a giant
I do it late night, call me Conan O'Brien
CORRIDA TÁ MUITO FÁCIL PRA MIM
TÔ TIPO O'BRIEN, O NO, VOCÊ JÁ ME ENTENDEU, SHIT, SE EU ACELERO NESSA PISTA, VRUM, VOCÊ JÁ PERDEU
ATIVANDO O NITRO, UHHH,
at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry
Such
[music: Webster, O'Brien]
of torment
I will not be saved
[Solo - O'Brien]
When I die
They beg me to repent
I refuse
I return
The past forgotten but evil innate
They have
The mutilation leads to death
Existence now irrelevant
Never will be in the way again
[Solo: O'Brien]
Vicious
Anger
Released
Torture
Returning
of morality
Malevolent, eyes are empty
Merciless, I cannot care
[Solo: O'Brien]
This vector of cruelty
Denied me a soul
Genetic mutation driving me
or even Derek O'Brien
I'm so grateful that before your end
I told you you're my hero and my treasured friend
Bobby Pin, never told anyone he hustled
on the road making donuts like dunking
Call me Brien O'Conner (Brien O'Conner) because the Supra look like a pumpkin
I want pillows in the back, brand new
never turn out right
[Chorus: x2]
Mister, Mistress, Mistress Of Erzulie
He kissed me in the lobby on the way to Pat O'Briens
No, it didn't take
Counting up blessings
Living my dreams
Loving the fate
Fuck bout the calendar date
We in a maze
Dylan O'Brien running the trials
Score on the beat
Gordon
Danny O'Brien walks to the main road
All dressed up like he's got some place to go
Smiles as he greets all those folks on his way
He owes some
notice
Put that shit up in they face
Fuckin' with mine, you niggas folded
When you fell right down from grace
Larry O'Brien, got that trophy
And the whole
okay bitch I got it
Star like I'm Orion
Championships Larry O'Brien
My rings got her wet
She a whole siren
I tried it y'all way it was bad timing
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