Well, he could almost taste the money. But he was sitting in a den of thieves. Looking for the great awakening. Trying to find a way to leave But that's when he got religion. And the light went on
Deep inside. My soul fights a war. I can't explain. I can't cross over any more. All I see are dirty faces. Rain and wire. And common sense in pieces. But I try to see through Irish eyes, Belfa