Title Jimmy Collins' Wake. Artist Dropkick Murphys. We've gathered here to bid adieu. Us Boston boys, alas are few. Some from crosstown some from the coast. To give our skipper one last toast. We'll
to the core. These niggaz want war?. (Give 'em war) They schemin' and I-Beam'n'. Hitmen like cryin' freeman, they need cleanin'. Keep it comin' till they all runnin', screamin', bloody murder. At
the people sing of freedom. They've banished all despair. The coward dies a million times. The freeman dies just once. So here's to you revolution. May your flame keep burnin' 'til. We meet our
Stay close to me, so close to me. That's how it's supposed to be. Long as you've been knowing me. You been holding me down. I'm sure as *, so * hopefully. I watch over you, you watch over me. An
Stay close to me, so close to me. That's how it's supposed to be. Long as you've been knowing me. You been holding me down. I'm sure as *, so * hopefully. I watch over you, you watch over me. An
Stay close to me, so close to me. That's how it's supposed to be. Long as you've been knowing me. You been holding me down. I'm sure as *, so * hopefully. I watch over you, you watch over me. An
Sammy Kahn / Saul Chaplin / Mann Holiner / Alberta Nichols / L. E. Freeman. . I'd wait for you. I'd slave for you. I'd be a beggar or a knave for you. If that isn't love, it will have to do
sims. Put the heroin in queens. Put pops freeman on in the early seventies. I sat in rooms with money machines. Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor. Cover the smell of the raw. Chess moves like
treated sick. And ineffective which is the worst thing. That she'd been left with. Damn, no magic from David Blane. No painter to pain this pain. No Morgan Freeman to narrate the shame. So she took