Verse 1 My head’s up my fucking hole Cuz I was lacking self-control I knew not what shyness is Now my mouth knows what dryness is Bright, lights – they frighten me And doom is all that I can see But pints, pints – I can’t avoid ya So fight – this – paranoia Chorus I can’t stand this paranoia Verse 2 Wake up in a mess… Alcohol sweats and booze depressed Cramped up legs – wheezy chest A night remembered by a guess So rest, rest… Dwell on things that you can’t forget All the silly things you probably said And top this off with a busted head Still – no regrets But I should consider drinking less Watch what I spend get fit instead Start my day well hydrated All I do is whinge… I gurn like this again and again I could say this here’s my final binge But that’s – lies – I love drinkin’ Verse 3 Circulation fucked like Irish Punts Cottonmouth like cunt of nuns Stinking breath – lacking funds Constant fear of what I’ve done Clothes, soaked like swimming togs Voice like Alaskan working dogs My health’s truly up the left It’s time I pay my drinkers debt Get water in – plus vitamins Sip that beer that’s Mexican Take this pain upon the chin Pansy’s pop that Anadin My whole world is caving in Can’t locate my confidence I just feel so fucking lonely Gagging for someone to hold me

Verse 1 He drank like fuck – got a new liver Next year he’s on the white wine spritzer They said his body was a perfect match If he had a conscience he’d have gave it back He was the Best – and he pissed it away On birds, drink and celebrity fame Still all you remember is the way he played A great example for kids today Who beat his wife – and drank himself dry Is this a life to glorify? A failure – drunken bastard That’s the cunt we named an airport after Mike Tyson – raped his wife and Beat on her with a boxing license “But sure that’s different – you can’t compare He’s an animal you wouldn’t dare” Of course I would… Chorus I don’t like anything about you You are everything I’d rather not be Even with your football skills I doubt you Cuz I know all about the wife that you beat Verse 2 Harland and Wolff wouldn’t hire teigs So fuck their cranes! Why celebrate a culture of hate Surely we should learn from our mistake The Titanic – “that’s our biggest achievement” Ballix – that’s our biggest bereavement It couldn’t make it – past first sail So, why the pride for shit that failed? Fuck a dissident But our tax finances missing limbs Paramilitary activity – you deplore But yer da manufactures missiles in Shorts His pay packet sorts out your housin’ He mad a short range missile that wiped out thousands But you brush past what’s greatly wrong To mourn jobs lost at Raytheon Of course you did… Verse 3 Murdoch’s news hooked the 9/11 drama Fixated by the life and death of Osama The brutal execution of a wanted man Business as usual for Uncle Sam Barack’s praised as the “Free World’s” hero With a solemn performance at ground zero As per usual, all is not what it seems Because he reeks of militarism but speaks of peace Extreme escalation of the war in Afghanistan Filling body bags like the fucking Son of Sam He spent more dollar on nuclear arms Than George W spent time playing golf on his farm He does it all with a wink and a smile Flips the bird to the world as they tow the line He’s full of hot air like a fucking balloon Yet his charm and charisma makes you swoon Verse 4 We’re surrounded by dirt like an Irish potato Ad hypocritical cunts that that speak out their A-hole Preaching that pure like they live under a halo But in the right light true colours shine like dayglo I try and live my life like a child with Play-Doh Rocking Reason – Logic – with that Greek cunt Plato Peppers – cheese – tamata - tomato Between bread spread with the County of Mayo I’m confident – cocky – attitude snotty Every bird I’ve ever went with – dropped me I rap like a fella getting seconds – sloppy But red signs on street corners couldn’t stop me I Knutt’s Corner stall with a crowd of reprobates And stick to my mates like a roll of Sellotape Ain’t – life – fucking great? Is right mate – is right mate