Troubled Lad

He was a troubled lad and he sailed out to sea Time spent on the run, the best we've ever had If we came into this open place You'd better've made it quick 'Cause when I'm pissed the fire is lit The world better prepare Runaround, midnight ready for the show, take a big swig on we go Holes in his socks and underwear, doesn't give a fuck it's Greg O'Daire Woah oh! The lad had to go To free his troubled mind Whoa oh! The lad had to go He left it all behind Slainte Mhaith Degenerates hark! The Prophecy Irelands' shores been calling thee Was it all you'd ever expect Integrate now, inspect yourself Welcome to the multicult Here we fuckin go And it won't let go And we'll walk these forsaken shores Until we reach The Other