Violet Gibson Songtext
von Lisa O’Neill

There are many ways to go mad
I go out to Rome
With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag
And I shoot Mussolini in the nose
I didn′t shoot to skim the skin of his snout
Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth
I simply saw a bad egg and I thought
I'd take the bad egg out

I fired twice, I didn′t fire right
And they dragged me through the town
And the fascist dictator carried on
And on and I went down
Down and down and then down more
They hurt me in and out

Half had half mad
An ignorant tourist
An old Irish hag
They called me all sorts


But I moved in silence
For the love o' truth not violence
And I'm mad an′ I know
People don′t really change, I suppose
They just go a little bad when they go

They locked me up in a Northampton house
Where I feed a Northampton boar
And I lost the reasons why I think
I'm a violet, I was never a rose

I′ve been 29 years here
I'm not ready to be here anymore
See me back on Merrion Square
Where in spring the violets still grow

I moved in silence
For the love o′ truth not violence
And I'm mad an′ I know
People don't really change, I suppose
They just go a little bad when they go


There are many ways to go mad
I go out to Rome
With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag
And I shoot Mussolini in the nose
I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout
Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth
I simply saw a bad egg and I thought
I′d take the bad egg out