文本歌词

House of Pain - Danny Boy, Danny Boy
Peckerwood Peckerwood
Tell me your tale
Please do explain why your skin's so pale
And you're so funky
Now how can that be
Like a bird in a tree on the TLP
It's the Irish intellect no one disrespected
My sh*t'll get hectic real quick
This is the House Of Pain
And pain is one thing
We're not 'cause we know we've got
Style and fashion
Smoke some hash and
I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin'
Danny Boy Danny Boy
The pipes are callin'
Thought you was a winner
Ya was now you're all in
That's right damn skimpy
Ya can't get with me
I run the whole track
And leave ya three laps back
Chop suey don't do me no good
I gotta have corn beef and cabbage
If I wanna manage
I never eat pig
But I'll f**k up a potato
I'm not a dago but pasta's all that
My pockets stay pha
So step the f**k back
You wanna move on me
You better bring an army
I rip sh*t daily
Ask my man Tom Baily
I'm rockin' the clock like
If I was Bill Hailey
I'm cockin' my glock
And I got my shileighly
So watch your lady because I'm
(Danny Boy)
Danny Boy
(Danny Boy)
You know it's Danny Boy
(Danny Boy)
'S Danny Boy
(Danny Boy)
You know it's Danny Boy
(Danny Boy)
'S Danny Boy
(Danny Boy)
You know it's Danny Boy
(Danny Boy Da Danny Boy)
(Danny Boy Da Danny Boy)
Oh Danny Boy the pipes
The pipes are calling
(Danny Boy Da Danny Boy)
From glen to glen
And down the mountainside
(Danny Boy Da Danny Boy)