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• Artiste: Gaelic Storm
• Titre: One More Day Above The Roses
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I'm done with you begrudgers You pushers and you shovers The scurrying, the worrying I'm going to have some fun, oh Well, I was born very young I grew up in me cradle Chances are that when I die It will be of something fatal So, if you see me running Keep up by my side That hurricane is coming And there ain't no place to hide Get your own life, this one’s mine And stuff it where the sun don’t shine I'm done with you begrudgers You pushers and you shovers The scurrying, the worrying I'm going to have some fun So, give it over, take a break Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners Here's to one more day above the roses Well, all the shmoozing and the boozing Will catch up with you they say, At least that's what them old ones They told me everyday So, I quit just like they said Stopped everything that’s bad 'Twas the worst twenty minutes That I’ve ever had It's not the cough that carries you off It's the coffin, they, carry you off in I'm done with all the snitching The balling and the bitching The striving and conniving I’m heading for the pub So, give it over, take a break Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners Here's to one more day above the roses So, give it over, take a break Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners Here's to one more day above the roses Work like you don't need money Don't know how much things cost Love like you've never been hurt Love like you've never lost And dance like no one’s watching As often as you can And when you drink Drink like you're a true-blood Irishman Live every day like it's your last They're going by way too fast You langers and you loons You bankers and buffoons The liars, the pariahs You can keep the bloody lot So, give it over, take a break Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners Here's to one more day above the roses Here's to one more day above the roses Here's to one more day above the roses Oh...