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What to regret while you're regreting in the back of your own mind when
your boss told you to kick rocks but keep your cool this time
you come back drunk & threw some bottles to show the world just how you feel, set your boss' car on fire
a slabbed out caddy coupe deville
crash your truck into the laundry mat
next to your favorite bar
then you scream no god's no masters
from the backseat of a cop-car
Chorus
(oh-la-da-la-da-la-da, regret is just what you'll feel
oh-la-da-la-da-la-da, oh-la-da-la-da-la-da
oh-la-da-la-da-la-da, old scratch gonna sweeten the deal
When you're walking down the street
got them holes in your shoes
and you look at that old lady
and think whatcha got to lose.
with that money in her purse
you can by smack, cocaine or booze.
But you need to make a plan
so here's whatcha do.
You snatch up that old lady
and scare her half to death.
But what you don't know bout this old Bird is that her son's the fuckin sheriff
Chorus
(oh-la-da-la-da-la-da, regret is just what you'll feel
oh-la-da-la-da-la-da, oh-la-da-la-da-la-da
oh-la-da-la-da-la-da, old scratch gonna sweeten the deal
I smear a pecker trail on the seat of life my friend
I bend over backwards, avoid the fall
as I neglect to follow trends
just got struck in the face
for you I never gave a fuck
sunshine, through the bars are light
I think I'll try my luck
all bottled up about to boom
shattered slave, I find myself
sunk down as I wait, a crater left on the moon
It's not my time. I wanna stay,
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Little Irish Bird
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Hey Little Irish bird, where did you fly off too? Don't you know your daddy misses you? You have a sister that wants to play you gotta mommy that wants to baby you and your aunt and uncle gonna cry, cry, cry.
You left us too soon with this huge vacant room and a hole in your daddies heart. He's questioning living and to keep him from sinning, the only thing he can think of is you.
When your wings hit the ground, He don't know what to do. But dig up a hole and to mark it for you. To drown all these tears only whiskey will do. and I hope that you know that your daddy, he still loves you.
Hey Little Irish bird why can't you come back to us. you are missed more than you know. Your sissy has toys to share, hey Mommy wants to do your hair and your aunt and uncle want to spoil you, this is true.
When your wings hit the ground, He don't know what to do. But dig up a hole and to mark it for you. To drown all these tears only whiskey will do. and I hope that you know that your daddy, he still loves you.
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