They call us the Irish drunk rowdy and violent
No brain cells, low intelligence and childish
They only things we know is
Drinking, fighting, and heartbreak
I was the one who started the brawl at Finnegan's Wake
I'm half Irish and half English that's my first crime
It's also the reason why I hate myself half the time
They used to put us on the front lines as cannon fodder
The famine took my family, it buried my father
I'll never be a souper but I know lots of men
Who became Protestants just to eat, it's common sense
But the Irish are fair, we hate each other equally
They used to call us green mouths
Here's some grass eat with me
We make the whole green, with shamrocks we paint
I'm just trying to kill the evil like the Boondock Saints
If you stare at an Irish face you can see the pain in it
That's why when we walk by, you can smell the Jameson
Are we there? Did we finally make it
Are we safe? I'm afraid to say it
I watch the sky fall like Goliath and David
Are we the wretched or the children of the sacred
Just to get to poverty we rode on coffin ships
Then we got quarantined and crushed with coffin lids
The canary in the coal mine was an Irish man
They used to treat us like a virus, we protested the Klan
I wrote this in Gaelic, every tear is a poem
So rest in peace to Michael Mooney and Mother Jones
The wind's blowing, it's raining Angela's Ashes
Tis only the morning, I hear a teacher man laughing
I'm in the South side of Boston losing count of the caskets
Asking St. Patrick what happened to the Catholics
Not much of a difference between fast food and famine
But a famine of school's could lead to a soul's damage
We need all the luck we can get just to stay sober
That's why we believe in leprechauns and four leaf clovers
My ancestors bleed green white and orange
And for their sacrifices I'm grateful I was born
Are we there? Did we finally make it
Are we safe? I'm afraid to say it
I watch the sky fall like Goliath and David
Are we the wretched or the children of the sacred