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INTERPRÉTATION
Dropkick Murphys
Dropkick Murphys
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Al Barr
Al Barr
Composition
TIMOTHY BRENNAN
TIMOTHY BRENNAN
Composition
Ken Casey
Ken Casey
Composition
Matthew Kelly
Matthew Kelly
Composition
James Lynch
James Lynch
Composition
Marc Orrell
Marc Orrell
Composition

Paroles

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 to the state of Massachusetts They've been taken away (They've been taken away) Billy was a bright one, Tommy's off his head Mother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said I don't predict the future, I don't care about the past Send them both to DSS, now you've had your chance The poison who stole your babies The judges took your rights You can have your children... or the night! I suppose you've been a victim, I suspect you may have lied You've lost all ambition, why don't you give this thing a try If you can't and you fail you won't be the only loser These kids don't stand a chance with you in their future They've been taken away (They've been taken away) Billy was a bright one, Tommy's off his head Mother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said I don't predict the future, I don't care about the past Send them both to DSS, now you've had your chance The poison who stole your babies The judges took your rights You can have your children... or the night! The poison who stole your babies The judges took your rights You can have your children... or the night! Billy was a bright one, Tommy's off his head Mother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said I don't predict the future, I don't care about the past Send them both to DSS, now you've had your chance The poison who stole your babies The judges took your rights You can have your children... or the night!
Writer(s): Marc Orrell, Alexander Barr, James Lynch, Mathew Kelly, Kenneth Casey, Timothy Brennan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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