Drug Dealin Pagans

Bímse ag crochadh thart le Druids Powder paraphernalia and fluids Tine cnámha, amharc suas Ar an Ghealach, is déan fuaim Drug dealing pagans Human sacrifice to become famous Ní bheidh muid ag dul where the pearly gate is A priest would have us locked up and sedated Cos ye can't save us Le linn blianta fada mhór an chogaidh Ó Iarthar Bheal Feirste siar go Taobh an Bhogaidh Ní ghlacann sé i bhfad sula mbuaileann tú le chucky Blaring rebs doing a half, caitheamh siar buidéal bucky Ní dhéanaim aon rud nach bhfuil mé ag iarraidh a dhéanamh Airgead mór má tú lorg mé le canadh Tabharfaidh mise aire de do mhamaí, do leanbh Isteach an doras tosaigh mar is cuma faoi do bheannú Féach, féach, nach bhfeiceann tú é? Scaoil saor le do ghualainn is glac anáil mhór tríd do shrón Tá muid beo! You don't know what's going on, nobody knows what's going on, fuck it! Sílim go gcaithfidh mé dúid, mar níl aon rud níos deise ná fear ar an bhfliút Ag suí anseo le Manchán le cúpla magnum Ní ghlacann sé i bhfad sula dtéann siad chuig do chloigeann Aeroplane mode cos there's nothing to be checkin' Ag iarraidh bheith beo fá choinne achan uile shoicind An comhrá ag éirí domhain agus snaois dul suas mo shrón Ye can't buy time, ye can only get a loan Ach ná bí faoi bhrón it's a softboy-free zone Tá rud éigin sa spéir cos we're never alone Nach deas a bheith beo Ag mothú an fhuacht, ag siúl fríd an cheo Maidin luath oíche mhall gan stró Mo shaol gan treo, I came I saw, I gazed in awe Chonaic mé an áilleacht Tá eolas ar fáil ansin duit más maith leat Cruinnigh é, ya mad cunt, sure, why not? You'll end up with a brain as big as I've got Féach, féach, nach bhfeiceann tú é? Scaoil saor le do ghualainn is glac anáil mhór tríd do shrón Tá muid beo! You don't know what's going on, nobody knows what's going on, fuck it! Sílim go gcaithfidh mé dúid, mar níl aon rud níos deise ná fear ar an bhfliút Ah bhaineas ana- Bhaineas ana thaitneamh as sin Like, you know, you don't know what's going on Nobody knows what's going on Fuck it Sílim go gcaithfidh mé dúid mór beathaíoch ramhar, aww Caithfidh muid, mar ní thuigeann éinne an cac a dtuigimse Beidh mé ar stáitse libh Beidh mé fuckin' – what's it? – belly, not belly dancing Crowd surfing, sin é Gone, le mo chíocha amuigh ar foluain go mortasach