Bobby O’Shea

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.