Luck Of The Irish, The
John Lennon / Yoko Ono
If you have the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You shold have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land,
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrocks all over the world.
If you could drink dreams like the Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of mourn
In the Pool they told us the story
How the english divided the land,
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side!
Blame it all on the kids and the IRA!
As the bastards commit genocide.