Take Away - text

28. října 2007 v 9:51 | Linča |  Album:Wow
Take Away


Eighteen years old and I ran the farm, these men came in with arms.
They burnt the house, they took our lands, they broke us living plans.
My father said: "If you want to live the fight them like a man."
So I punched their nose and I kicked their ass but then my hands were cuffed.

Take away, take away, take away, take away my son.
Take away, take away, take away, take away my son.
Give a little heartbreak, give a little soul.
Give a little heartbreak, give a little soul.

Six hungry years behind the bars was not enough for me,
To change my mind to fightin' for my brothers from the tree.
So at twenty four I got a horse and fought my enemy.
But at the fields of play, chucking in the back at least I did die free.

Take away...

Nanana, nanana, nananana nanana.

Take away... How my body is dead, but the spirit lives up here with all the
Saints. Saint Patrick and I are having fun, drinking tons of beer.
Meanwhile on earth the Irish clans are fighting for their lands.
I wish I was there with a gun in my hand, fighting for them to be free.

Take away...
 

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