Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Patrick was a worker, he toiled every day
He came to Ellis Island and they anglicized his name
Took refuge in a tenements one-hundred body stack
Went looking for employment but wasn't looking back
Mick and Mac, oh it's a fact
(?) imagine that
Well, don't go strainin', cause it's still happenin'
Every day, every day
The faces change, so does the faith
And the border towns where we get turned away
We're Pat McLaughlin, we're cursed and rotten
And insane, and insane
Drafted into bar men or soldiered as police
To speed assimilation and disrupt our unity
To keep your drunken dreamers
To grind you through the ground
A new one like the old one if you really ask around
And listen close to the ghosts
Who articulate your outrage note for note
Oh, what's the difference who you worship
Or where you're from, where you're from
The truth we tell will bang the bells
And hold our new one to the standard
To which it's never held itself
Oh, Pat McLaughlin, we haven't forgotten
How you felt, how you felt
We bought the myth, and yeah that's fine
But the work to make it real is yours and mine
And to replace it we've gotta break it
Open wide, open wide
So let's start today to celebrate
This community of strugglers we've became
For Pat McLaughlin, let's bloom and blossom
Wide awake, wide awake
Wide awake, wide awake
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