Texty:
Dropkick Murphys

Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day By hand and by brain to earn your pay Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread Have

I've lost all the time that I have in this world I spent it unwisely. Unwisely I see And I can't get it back And I can't move forward I'm broken and

Murphy, Murphy darling dear I long for you now night and day. Your pain was my pleasure your sorrow my joy I fear now I've lost you to health and good

I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks

[Chorus:] Go! Go! Black and gold! Old-time hockey, bar the door Clear the track it's all-out war Light the lamp, throw a hit Black and gold never

So you say you fell in love and you're gonna get married Somewhere it all went wrong and your plans just fell apart Raise yourself a family, how simple

It's another November evening You mete out your aggressions As you remember your way home On what's left of your blackened soul You've come to this

she had excuses and she chose to use them she was the victim of unspeakable abuses her husband was violent, malicious and distant her kids now belong

Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged It's a long way down, your back's been broken, you can't make the rounds The tables are