1.Rock 'N' Roll Band
Lyricist：Phil Woods
Been up all night, talking shit, taking pills and dope
Left Shane in the morning when he was running out of coke
Took a cab to my place, to try and get some sleep
When I got home all I got was thrown out on the street
No more, I can't take it, I can't take no more
A monkey on my shoulder always showing me the door
No more, I can't take it, gotta find a plan
Jesus Christ it's a hard old life, playing in a rock 'n' roll
band
Got a call from a music hall over in the U.S.A.
Gonna fly us out there to play on Paddy's Day
We all meet up in Billy's pub to talk about the show
Shane falls off the barstool, breaks his fucking hip
No more, I can't take it, I can't take no more
New York's out the window, singer's on the floor
No more, I can't take it, gonna make a stand
Jesus Christ it's a hard old life, playing in a rock 'n' roll
band
Tired of all the hotels, the glowing of TV's
Tired of all the nightclubs, the parties and the sleaze
Tired of all the cocaine, the groupies, and the girls
But most of all, we're sick and tired of playing with ourselves
No more, I can't take it, I can't take no more
New York's out the window, singer's on the floor
No more, I can't take it, gonna make a stand
Jesus Christ it's a hard old life, playing in a rock 'n' roll
band
No more, I can't take it, I can't take no more
Got a monkey on my shoulder always showing me the door
No more, I can't take it, gonna make a stand
Jesus Christ it's a hard old life, playing in a rock 'n' roll
band
2.Donegal Express
Lyricist：Shane Patrick Mac Gowan
Who first to speak of Donegal
Who kicks in the bars and in the balls
The harp that played in Tara's halls
Is burning on the dump
Virginia is a gin town
Belturbot is a sin town
And all the boys from skin town
Are in England on the lump
Got pissed in Letterkenny
With darling, sportin' Jenny
I nearly fucked her brains out
And tore her party dress
The husband caught me in the bed
Who tried to kick me in the head
Had to swim the stream to get
The Donegal Express
Kahaya, you fuck
Come hell or high water
I might have fucked your missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
As sure as I'm Father Emmett
I've a King Dong down me Semmett
As any girl will tell you
From Cavan down to Clare
Back in Virginia
In the toilets with Lavinia
I nearly fucked her brains out
And tore her party dress
A shit, a shave, a shower
A half a pint of Powers
Had to swim the stream to get
The Donegal Express
Kahaya, you fuck
Come hell or high water
I might have fucked your missus
I never fucked your daughter
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
Kahaya, you fuck
Come hell or high water
I might have fucked your Missus
I never fucked your daughter
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
Fiddlee, ahh
3.Aisling
Lyricist：Shane Patrick Mac Gowan
Aisling
See the moon is once more rising
Above our our land of black and green
Hear the rebels voice is calling
'Shall not die, though you bury me'
Hear the Aunt in bed, a dying
'Where the fuck, is my Johnny？'
Faded pictures in the hallway
One of which these brown ghosts, is he？
Fare thee well my black haired darling
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again
Fare thee well my black haired darling
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again
And the wind, it blows to the north, south
And blows to the east and west
I'll be like the wind, my love
For I shall have no rest, 'til I return to thee
And the wind, it blows to the north, south
And blows to the east and west
I'll be like the wind, my love
For I shall have no rest, 'til I return to thee
Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the spade, curse the plough
Waking in the morning early
Wish to hell, I was with you now
One, two, three, four telegraph poles
Madness from the mountains crawling
When I first met you my own Aisling
Fare thee well my black haired darling
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again
Fare thee well my black haired darling
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again
Fare thee well my black haired darling
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again
Fare thee well my black haired darling
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again
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