Year Two, Week Thirty-Three: “Wild Irish Rose”

Lyrics:

 

Set the table just for one
wipe your bloody nose
crack a bottle, when you’re done,
of wild irish rose
Pray to all the catholic saints
and New Orleans as well
Toast to every man’s complaint
and drink it all to hell

Sing the story of my life
remind me how it goes
I never thought I’d feel as bad
as wild irish rose

Take my to a boxing match
bet on Jack to win
lose a fortune to Old Scratch
and do it all again
Dance with all the women
who would have me for a date
In the morning I’ll be swimming
in a pool of my own fate

How’d I fall into this state
Heaven only knows
I never thought I’d feel as bad
as wild irish rose

Beat me with a pillowcase
Hang me by my toes
I never thought I’d feel as bad
as wild irish rose

Speak soft, my dear
speak closer
I’m not dead
just hungover

Headed out to California
sun is in my eyes
Never say I didn’t warn you
how I hate goodbyes
Perhaps you’ll see me in the cast
of a hundred TV shows
or underneath an overpass
drinking wild irish rose

Lucky is the working man
who loves the road he hoes
I never thought I’d feel as bad
as wild irish rose

Bless me father, I have sinned
but it’s the path I chose
I never thought I’d feel as bad
as wild irish rose

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