This is one of my favorite songs. Just love this. You guys are the sh*t. Thanks from an expat in of all places..Boca Raton, Fl. Much love and keep making music. I'll keep listening 😁
Great band. saw them live few years ago in glasgow. was ace. shame frankie couldnt get his head out the bottle and show some respect to his band brothers and his fans. thrown it all away. now theres an irish irony!!!!
@@paddington1670 I agree to a degree....and everyone deserves the chance to right their wrongs and deal with demons....but there also has to be a point where enough is enough is something is becoming damaging to all involved. Support is good but when that support starts being replied to with excuses then it's time to stop. We have to wanna help ourselves before we can accept help from others.
come to greece too..when u wnat it...many alcohols and crazy w8 you..dropkick are coming on summer..goood luck and piece party will lost controll here be sure ;)
They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy' Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll There the party lost control & rioted ‘til Sunday Toward the quay they went, spewed all o'er the pavement Torched the halls o' Parliament & smashed up all the stores The crusty invalids, the men, the women, the rusty lids All played a game o' busty-heads & settled up old scores Our Fathers never taught us nowt can fall into a fist Our mothers never told us there'd be DAYS LIKE THIS! Now we're screamin' at the coppers with a belly full o piss What a helluva way to celebrate yer day Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse away Oh I love you so, don't forget to write me tho' & I'll return to you one summers day "No bottles! No blades allowed" shouted Father Hugh MacLeod Who kissed his beads, blessed the crowd & rolled upboth his sleeves Soon I found me on the toes o' Blackie Anderson Who promised he would put me on me arse before he leaves He gouged an eye, he took an ear to match the one he took the year I took away his Mary dear & made her all me own The right, the left, the hook, he played the fox, I played the chook And I carved him like a turkey to the bone Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse away Oh I love you so, don't forget to write me tho' & I'll return to you one summers day Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse away Oh I love you so, don't forget to write me tho' & I'll return to you one summers day Sticks, stones, broken bones, bleedin' hearts & broken homes All screamin' for the preacher wi' his holy wine & wafer Still the pipes o' war howled away & way before thedust had even settled We were in the mornin' paper By the Merc'n'tile the mob were near collapse When Casey barred the door & kicked the head off all the taps And we pissed away the pain of all the punches and the slaps 'til the wallopers came to sweep us off the bay Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse away Oh I love you so, don't forget to write me tho' & I'll return to you one summers day
