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• Artiste: Ken Dirschl
• Titre: One Night With The Irish
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She was born in the city to die in a slum Of bathtub Madonnas and porcelain guns Left behind land of whom you are a daughter But you wear their disease like a badge of honour God in heaven what have I done? Drank halfway to Jesus and I started to run Mother Mercy where have I been? One night with the Irish and I'm in love again I danced to your corner, we talked about art You had that distracted, bored kind of want We drank all their liquor, the best that they had Necked all the way home in the back of the cab God in heaven what have I done? Drank halfway to Jesus and I started to run Mother Mercy where have I been? One night with the Irish and I'm in love again Those old insurrections, the body of lies The wickedest words for the thorn in your side And I am caught under the spell of your eyes... I drank from your bottle, shared your last smoke We talked revolution, justice and hope I laid my soul bare on the floor of your kitchen And I swear by the morning I'll kick the addiction God in heaven what have I done? Drank halfway to Jesus and I started to run Mother mercy where have I been? One night with the Irish and I'm in love again One night with the Irish and I'm in trouble again