A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Have

Can we talk in the morning? Oh, baby it's late I'm a dog lying down on a warm bit of pavement Checking this collar you see what the name is Think that it's worth it? Well, I hope that you're right You're falling asleep on the red eye tonight And you know