There, drops of counting beans Spirits in my heated water You can't drink Improve, I meant to accomplish a missions worth of corruption End Asylum
Civil Rights
Watched where You were at
New York Paint, Paint my pain as prison In time I learn to investigate The wars of civility
For 160 years My family has attended to the record From Ireland to New York City Virginia and Texas California State The General of the Irish sees all Empty in my eyes Civil War will not come They wage against the poor Sir.