As I walk through this land,
I remember the boys who
If reality was an ocean, you?re a puddle
If it was
We're the scallywags of Archer street, we don't know when
Every time we play a show,
he's right there, ready to
Pay me a dollar for my sweat and my blood
With
I don't like haggis
I don't like booze
That's ok its what
Jump on aboard young bonny lad.
We'll fight like our fathers
Build your brother up, tear your anger down
throw your fist
I'll be the fore you when you want me to,
and
There is a battle waging on
And there's no good men
Every day is a constant struggle to remember all your
The time has come old boy for me to tell
Late one night in the pale moon light
Hey now
I run but never get away
Chinatown jail break
Sitting in this
It’s not a kid, it’s just a thing
selfishness is the
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