Testi
parole da studiare
Irish Son"
I was born in the heart of Dublin
To a Holy book full of rules
Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools
We were warped by the Christian Brothers
In the cell blocks at our schools
Get a hand print on your skin
From a glove of jewels
Go hit me now
That I'm twice your size
Brushed off the accusations
And bowed before your lies
This is the city that raised me
With the religion they gave me
Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
And it was leaving that saved me
I've seen so much that has changed me
So just break with your past
Feed your own mind
