Cén Sórt Fir A Bheinnse? Lyrics & Chords By Republic Of Loose

In the morning I am a recluse, lost in memories Ideal situations and convulsions I'm never in and I can't remember They built portholes for Bono, so he could gaze Out across...read more

Pale, pubescent beasts Roam through the streets And coffee shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle socks But while they search for a...read more

I said to me da, I said to me da, I said to me da I'm not fit for soldier I said to me da, I said to me da, I said to me da I'm not fit for soldier I said to me da, I said to...read more

Well, I'm scared for my child, Lord, for her mother For what you people wanna do to one another For the water, for the trees Man, I'm scared of pollution, well, of disease And...read more

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced me pistol and I've then produced me rapier saying...read more