MAM

Grá mo chroí, mo mhamaí, cé go raibh mé cineál scanraithe Nuair a tháinig sí abhaile 's an teach go hiomlán salach Níl mé ag iarraidh tabhairt amach No, níl mé ag iarraidh troid anocht lad Tá an cheann seo duitse, mo mhamaí cliste Pasta pesto, prátaí rósta, teach go hiomlán focain reoite Saoire fada ar an chósta 's cleachtadh ceol, I nearly lost it Níl mé ag iarraidh tabhairt amach No, níl mé ag iarraidh troid anocht lad Tá an cheann seo duitse, mo mhamaí cliste 'Cause níl faic níos crua de na single mas She'd knock the cunt out of any da, she'd break a jaw Dá mbeadh an gá, she'd go berzerk gan any fáth Like, "níor ghlan tú an focain leithreas i gceart, ye wee focan shite" Foc, that's me gettin' bate again tonight, and then Dyrt goes Thank fuck mam's don't do a runnеr 'Cause some dads spend yеars buying butter I just took another line with my brother So I want to tell my mam that I love her Thank fuck mam's don't do a runnеr 'Cause some dads spend yеars buying butter I just took another line with my brother So I want to tell my mam that I love her Seo ceann do na mná, a bhíonn ag obair gach lá Ag cur iad féin i mbaol, oh, ar mhaithe lenár saoil Seo ceann do mo mhamaí, gan thú bheinn tanaí Gan thú bheinn a banaí, oh is grá liom thú a mamaí My father's child, my mother's son That line can be troublesome Ah sure, what's done is done And my mother is a stubborn cunt For a son, no needed assistance 'Twas Breda and Vincent 'til he flew off and left me in Breda's hands 'Cause my father had Peter Pan syndrome symptoms But I don't begrudge you Vince I'm sure that you loved your kids You just weren't able to be there enough Because of trauma you suffer with, but fuck it, it's All in the past, it's all in the bag I haul on my back And never complained, it brought me The knack of knowing how trauma impacts Kids are whacked-out without thought for their mam When she's giving them all that she can Trapped in their self-centered thoughts about all that they lack Because they're missing a bond with their dad But she played dad when the job was his So I want to say thanks for all you did Every cloud, as they say, the problem is That's just another line that I'll probably sniff Seo ceann do na mná, a bhíonn ag obair gach lá Ag cur iad féin i mbaol, oh, ar mhaithe lenár saoil Seo ceann do mo mhamaí, gan thú bheinn tanaí Gan thú bheinn a banaí, oh is grá liom thú a mamaí Is grá liom thú mamaí, a mhamaí Ye had me eating shite dinners like spuds and salami Ach is cuimhin liom go minic bheadh braillín Úr nuair a thiocfas mé abhaile ar mo leabaí Ar bith ar mé ag spraoi, since I fell out your gee Ní minic a bhfeicfinn tú i do shuí Mo mhamaí, mo laoch, táim buíoch duit mar bhí I gcónaí bia ar mo phláta, calling me do wee ghrása And you never went mad, whenever I had a cóisir i do theach Is mó an bhuíochas leatsa, mo mháthair croíúil snasta As mo bheatha, cuimhní sásta, and slapping me when you had to Seo ceann do na mná, a bhíonn ag obair gach lá Ag cur iad féin i mbaol, oh, ar mhaithe lenár saoil Seo ceann do mo mhamaí, gan thú bheinn tanaí Gan thú bheinn a banaí, oh is grá liom thú a mamaí Seo ceann do na mná, a bhíonn ag obair gach lá Ag cur iad féin i mbaol, oh, ar mhaithe lenár saoil Seo ceann do mo mhamaí, gan thú bheinn tanaí Gan thú bheinn a banaí, oh is grá liom thú a mamaí