Póg mo thóin

Whats the craic mo chara?
Let the dance begins
Old tricks no more – a brand new man I am
I guess my old dreams turned to black, my friend
I shall endure it – step over this crap

Some fucking fools... The ones we used to trust in
Stabbed us in the back... Rats after cats

As I'm still getting better, on and on
In spite of your goals
I would prefer you find your way I do
Otherwise I'll spit you out
I ask you lads, dont bother me, you do
I'l shout to you: Póg mo thóin!

Once in life we have to choose
It may be hard, it may be tough
But as a river, all shall pass... Time can heal all