A true story and a tribute to the life of one young man, speak his name
With achin' heart and steady hand
Im puttin pen to paper father dear
I trust these words'll find you
And pray that you can read 'em through your tears
They say a man thats born to sing
Can scare away his woes
And banish all his anger and his pain
But the screamin' jn my head
Killed the singin' in my soul
And i fear i'll never recall the tune again
Ive trouble with the sleepin'
My shadows weight impossible to bear
I hear my Sister weepin'
And callin to me from that other where
The names o' them I loved
Are carved into my skin
The greatest crew a fightr ever had
They call us gypsy bastards
And say it like its sin
That all our wars are merry
And all our songs are sad
Tell em I went out dancin' tell em I went to war
Tell em whatever you want to all the same
Its said a man dies first when hes parted wi' his soul
And second when folk forget to speak his name
Derry born and barely raised
Id hardly bear to see the place again
'Til in merrie bloody England
I found myself a brother to the end
Its proper that youre grievin'
Yer poorer for me leavin'
The best and fairest any given day
Let Matty, Marco, Luke and John
Bless the slab im lyin on
Kiss me arse and send me on me way
A half a dozen monkeys
The Devil sent to snap me o'er his knee
I slapped their filthy tongues back in their skulls
And did it laughin' wickedly
Smash the right and fuck the left
I'll curse em with my dyin' breath
As bent as each t'other I would say
The only drum i march to is me Irish bloody heart
Kickin' out against its brittle cage