We pissed upon the Blarney Stone
And measured the lengths we had to go.
I threw a brick through Galway's Bay
And spat my hate upon the snow.
We styled ourselves on centuries past
And sang the songs our fathers wrote.
We sunned ourselves on foreign shores
And cut the emerald by the throat.
And these American dollars!
Or is it British pound notes?
Whose is this gonna have my head ???
Off with our heads our bones! ???
All the Irish
All the Irish
All the Irish must go to heaven
All the Irish
All the Irish
All the Irish must go to heaven
All the Irish must go to heaven
All the Irish must go to heaven
All the Irish must go to heaven
Who's this gonna have my head
Who's this gonna have my head
I'm running
I'm running
I'm running
Oh God oh God
I'm running
I'm running
I'm running
Oh God oh God
I'm running
God I'm running
God I'm running
God oh God I'm running
All the Irish must go heaven
But not me.