Story Behind the Song
About the trip to chi-town for the funeral and a mother who didn't shed a tear.
Lyrics
Past the point, it pains me to recallect.
25 Irishman buried in a field, drunk crazy motherfuckers behind the wheel, my history a mystery unraveled the crazy sons a bitches put ya in the gravel.
Redundant all the plastic ass smiles, whose fault is it anyway you might be in denial, repercussions of my life. if so you're a murderer to your own blood your son you've banished with one little shrug,repercussions of my life
reaper.......promised the one and only bor
" promised little things you'd give......
"promises-promises-promises
my thoughts exploding, my heart is the metranome, experiencing delemas even I can't condone, although my heritage washes up on the shore, the other side's puzzling, it's something I can't ignore.
repercussions
all the frivilous, redundant, abundant, forces the courses it clenches my senses, my mind one time to a step behind the other side
fucker
all the repercussions I live repeat
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