This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.



It may be wine, light, I can not tell
I do not enjoy
I do not enjoy my
Drown the Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
You wonder why we feel so angry
Religious wars and let the faithful die
And all along the church was lying
Sinead was right, the famine was a lie
Drown, we always burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
We always burn our own
We have no hope
So I'm down about my country
I can't afford to have a point of view
The land of fear
The land of some and one
The land of facts
Before you pick up by the drought
We always burn our own
We always burn our own
The Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
Drown, we always burn our own
We always burn our own
Drown, the Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl

Drown, we always burn our own
We always burn our own


Drown, the Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
The Irish burn, Daryl
We always burn our own



We'll see you next time.
We'll see you next time.