Bobby O’Shea
stuffed
in the grave
Mouth and grenade
Queen
And
Her
Slave.
Called fucken insane
Not
dead
yet
Not dead yet.
Ringing in the clave
All
the
boys
All the boys.
Bobby O’Shea
Rising
up
Whose round
Rising up.
Pull the pin
In comes Slim
Forfeit on black
Too many eyes
We’re still going
We
Are
still
Going
Scald in fire
Pills at the gate
Fifty makes you
Talk
Makes you
Up
Makes
you
Bobby O’Shea.
Rising up
Stuffed
In the grave.
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