Beat me up

Celebrate my ruin

Boys I'm back into town

Fill my cup

With Tullamore and dry Gin

I don't want to spend this night alone

I have been in hell

Seven months in dry dock

Mixed force and imbecile therapy

My head felt like a shell

Ignited by flint stones

Well all that was then but now I'm free

I've seen young girls cry

Suicide on Sundays

Seen the emptiness of space in their eyes

But now the wind rises high

Great melodies come blowing

From a long, long time ago

Rick Holder and I

By the grey O'Connell bridge

In shelter from the snow

We drink to the world

We're drinking to those dirty streets

That we both know too well

Raise the glass to our friends

They parked at the graveyard

Hope the stout is cheap in hell

Felt a hurricane

Rush through my body

Fainted in expected pain

In a cold white chair

Tied up with hemp-ropes

With electrodes in my brain

I've been lost in the night

I have seen the Devil

In the white of his eyes

I've been the brain-bombed one

In the Coming down war zone

They broke down my inside by and by

I've tried normality

Lemonade by the Christmas tree

It didn't make no sense to me