He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost   She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast   If your world was all black and if your world was all white   Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right   Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus   Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous   My name is not O'Houigheighi Norisit Brian   If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'   Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it   *If you explain to a musician   he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it*