Shamrock Songtext
von The Singers

Tell me about a teacher in the morning at six
Tell me about a father in the morning he′s sick
Tell me about a schoolboy in the morning he's late
Ways are empty
But it′s always fate
Tell me 'bout a teacher he's not checking the brakes
Tell me about a father he′s not looking at waves
Tell me about a schoolboy he won′t see other days
Ways are empty
But it's always fate
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home
Ways are empty
But it′s always fate
Tell me 'bout a teacher going out of his mind


Tell me about a father now he′s drunk all the time
Tell me about a schoolboy he never felt like this way
Ways are empty
But it's always fate
Tell me ′bout a teacher he's not checking the brakes
Tell me about a father he's not looking at waves
Tell me about a schoolboy he won′t see other days
Ways are empty
But it′s always fate
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home