Troubled Lad (Sláinte Mhaith) Songtext
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He was a troubled lad and he sailed out to sea
Time spent on the run, the best we′ve ever had
If we came into this open place
You'd better′ve made it quick
'Cause when I'm pissed the fire is lit
The world better prepare

Runaround, midnight ready for the show, take a big swig on we go
Holes in his socks and underwear, doesn′t give a fuck it′s Greg O'Daire


Woah oh! The lad had to go
To free his troubled mind
Whoa oh! The lad had to go
He left it all behind
Slainte Mhaith

Degenerates hark! The Prophecy
Irelands′ shores been calling thee
Was it all you'd ever expect
Integrate now, inspect yourself
Welcome to the multicult
Here we fuckin go

And it won′t let go
And we'll walk these forsaken shores
Until we reach
The Other