Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy 歌词
| 歌曲 | Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy |
| 歌手 | Kevin Devine |
| 专辑 | Kenny O'Brien & the O'Douls |
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| 作曲 : Kevin Devine | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I'm not your enemy | |
| There's no struggler loves ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Margaret ground against her knuckles | |
| To hold her temper at her teeth | |
| Funerals are triggers in an Irish family | |
| And daddy was a lion | |
| But he also was a louse | |
| She swallowed twice to | |
| Clear the bile from her mouth | |
| The house, awash with sycophants | |
| Instantly enshrined | |
| The parish priest, the butcher's boy | |
| The football player's wife | |
| All busy painting angel wings | |
| Complicit in the lie | |
| That's the way we Irish do it when we die | |
| Riddles wrapped in rosary | |
| Clover grenades | |
| Fools who suffer mightily | |
| As our high Saint Sinead | |
| We celebrate our loneliness | |
| Our combustible rage | |
| "He made us this way" | |
| Not that Margaret wasn't her own complicated layer cake | |
| Educator/activist - | |
| Republican gone straight | |
| Traded Weather Underground | |
| For some peacetime in the shade | |
| But in her heart of hearts | |
| She is as she was made | |
| When she shaved her head | |
| At Trinity and toured BDSM | |
| Clinical, athletic sex - | |
| Detached, competitive | |
| The discipline appealed to her | |
| The flogging and the rules | |
| But the emptiness roared back when she was through | |
| A missile wrapped in rosary | |
| A clover grenade | |
| Fools were suffered mightily | |
| She shot sharp like Sinead | |
| And bristled at her loneliness | |
| Her combustible rage | |
| "They made me this way" | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I'm not your enemy | |
| There's no struggler lovers ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Margaret learned to make her fate | |
| When Uncle James lisped with a wink | |
| "If you're not tall enough to touch the bar | |
| You're not tall enough to drink!" | |
| She jumped and smacked it with her palm | |
| The day that she turned six; | |
| She's wrestled Jameson's and Guinness ever since | |
| (And tonight she's losing | |
| Tonight she's getting her ass kicked) | |
| My missile wrapped in rosary | |
| My clover grenade | |
| Fools picked apart her sanity | |
| She collapsed like Sinead | |
| Encircled in her loneliness | |
| Her combustible rage | |
| "Who made me this way?" | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I'm not your enemy | |
| There's no struggler loves ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy |
| zuo qu : Kevin Devine | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I' m not your enemy | |
| There' s no struggler loves ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Margaret ground against her knuckles | |
| To hold her temper at her teeth | |
| Funerals are triggers in an Irish family | |
| And daddy was a lion | |
| But he also was a louse | |
| She swallowed twice to | |
| Clear the bile from her mouth | |
| The house, awash with sycophants | |
| Instantly enshrined | |
| The parish priest, the butcher' s boy | |
| The football player' s wife | |
| All busy painting angel wings | |
| Complicit in the lie | |
| That' s the way we Irish do it when we die | |
| Riddles wrapped in rosary | |
| Clover grenades | |
| Fools who suffer mightily | |
| As our high Saint Sinead | |
| We celebrate our loneliness | |
| Our combustible rage | |
| " He made us this way" | |
| Not that Margaret wasn' t her own complicated layer cake | |
| Educator activist | |
| Republican gone straight | |
| Traded Weather Underground | |
| For some peacetime in the shade | |
| But in her heart of hearts | |
| She is as she was made | |
| When she shaved her head | |
| At Trinity and toured BDSM | |
| Clinical, athletic sex | |
| Detached, competitive | |
| The discipline appealed to her | |
| The flogging and the rules | |
| But the emptiness roared back when she was through | |
| A missile wrapped in rosary | |
| A clover grenade | |
| Fools were suffered mightily | |
| She shot sharp like Sinead | |
| And bristled at her loneliness | |
| Her combustible rage | |
| " They made me this way" | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I' m not your enemy | |
| There' s no struggler lovers ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Margaret learned to make her fate | |
| When Uncle James lisped with a wink | |
| " If you' re not tall enough to touch the bar | |
| You' re not tall enough to drink!" | |
| She jumped and smacked it with her palm | |
| The day that she turned six | |
| She' s wrestled Jameson' s and Guinness ever since | |
| And tonight she' s losing | |
| Tonight she' s getting her ass kicked | |
| My missile wrapped in rosary | |
| My clover grenade | |
| Fools picked apart her sanity | |
| She collapsed like Sinead | |
| Encircled in her loneliness | |
| Her combustible rage | |
| " Who made me this way?" | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I' m not your enemy | |
| There' s no struggler loves ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy |
| zuò qǔ : Kevin Devine | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I' m not your enemy | |
| There' s no struggler loves ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Margaret ground against her knuckles | |
| To hold her temper at her teeth | |
| Funerals are triggers in an Irish family | |
| And daddy was a lion | |
| But he also was a louse | |
| She swallowed twice to | |
| Clear the bile from her mouth | |
| The house, awash with sycophants | |
| Instantly enshrined | |
| The parish priest, the butcher' s boy | |
| The football player' s wife | |
| All busy painting angel wings | |
| Complicit in the lie | |
| That' s the way we Irish do it when we die | |
| Riddles wrapped in rosary | |
| Clover grenades | |
| Fools who suffer mightily | |
| As our high Saint Sinead | |
| We celebrate our loneliness | |
| Our combustible rage | |
| " He made us this way" | |
| Not that Margaret wasn' t her own complicated layer cake | |
| Educator activist | |
| Republican gone straight | |
| Traded Weather Underground | |
| For some peacetime in the shade | |
| But in her heart of hearts | |
| She is as she was made | |
| When she shaved her head | |
| At Trinity and toured BDSM | |
| Clinical, athletic sex | |
| Detached, competitive | |
| The discipline appealed to her | |
| The flogging and the rules | |
| But the emptiness roared back when she was through | |
| A missile wrapped in rosary | |
| A clover grenade | |
| Fools were suffered mightily | |
| She shot sharp like Sinead | |
| And bristled at her loneliness | |
| Her combustible rage | |
| " They made me this way" | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I' m not your enemy | |
| There' s no struggler lovers ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Margaret learned to make her fate | |
| When Uncle James lisped with a wink | |
| " If you' re not tall enough to touch the bar | |
| You' re not tall enough to drink!" | |
| She jumped and smacked it with her palm | |
| The day that she turned six | |
| She' s wrestled Jameson' s and Guinness ever since | |
| And tonight she' s losing | |
| Tonight she' s getting her ass kicked | |
| My missile wrapped in rosary | |
| My clover grenade | |
| Fools picked apart her sanity | |
| She collapsed like Sinead | |
| Encircled in her loneliness | |
| Her combustible rage | |
| " Who made me this way?" | |
| Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Thank Christ I' m not your enemy | |
| There' s no struggler loves ya more than me | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy | |
| Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy |
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