The Sins We Forgive aka Sins for Forgivin‘.
In the year that we knew as 1800 and two
The communists had shot FDR;
And though they shattered his spine
He said he felt fine
So we let
the matter
Slide.
Too Ra Loo, Too Ra Lay,
You can shoot, but I won’t run away.
No matter who you are
So long as whiskey’s in the jar
You’re welcome to have yourself a stay.
At the fall of the Moon I saved a wooden spoon
To carve the spot of my car.
But the keys to my Ford
Were stole by Mongol hordes
Or the Chinese
Delivery
Boy…
Too Ra Loo, Too Ra Lay,
You can shoot, but I won’t run away.
No matter who you are
So long as whiskey’s in the jar
You’re welcome to have yourself a stay.
There are sins which we avenge and those for which we mend
But the choice is never what you choose.
I wanted fries with my shake
Though I’ll take what you make --
Onion rings have always been okay.
Too Ra Loo, Too Ra Lay,
You can shoot, but I won’t run away.
No matter who you are
So long as whiskey’s in the jar
You’re welcome to have yourself a stay.
The Face of Rose.
The face of the rose lays in quiet repose
as she sleeps off the evening before.
I spent my last coin
to help my girl join
in a toast to the dying queen:
Elizabeth is dead,
may god shit on her head,
the English are a fucking disease.
Chorus:
Say your please,
a little kindness or else she’ll just tease.
The face of the rose
In quiet repose
mo chuisle(1)
More than a blue moon
the rose is known to bloom
and smile
in suggestive ways.
I’ll unfasten my britches
and screw her to stitches --
Doc’ll sew her a virgin again.
CHORUS.
On nights at her mother’s
I’ve fought with her brothers --
she doesn’t clean off her chin.
But the family is ready
to call me friend gladly
cuz I’m taking their fatty to bed.
CHORUS.
She seemed she’d die spinster,
and I’ve nothing against her,
so long as she eats out my ass.
…never once even asked.
CHORUS.
Riastrad(2)
"The world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed."
- Sean O'Casey
"Those who drink to forget, pay in advance."
- sign above the bar.
The IDs from my brother
got us past the bouncer
and bad cess(3) me forever
that's all I remembered
till Bloom came and screamed,
"Nuair a bhionn an fion istigh,
bionn an ciall amuigh(4).
You boys are quite lucky,
The cops arrive shortly,
And the mob'll let you leave.
The lynch crowd's been brewing
Since you first tasted ruin --
I wouldn't believe if I didn't see:
"Two on the road to block and fall
suddenly felt eight feet tall
and soon spread an awful pall --
you've redefined the sins.
"You hybridized the seven worst
to find delights to make you burst
and what truly makes it all perverse
is you did it all so well.
"As if you're schooled in devil craft
you drained the last of every draft
then embraced the deepest daft,
burning poor bartender Krafft,
for cutting off your beer.
"His wife complained
so you ate her brain
and in the midst of that coup de main (5)
you're balls began to drain.
"Like demons in human costume,
sea gulling(6) around the room,
you inspired every doom
and invented sixteen more.
"Tommy McGee with two or three
tried to end it speedily,
but disbelief in their eyes,
they ended up crucified.
"And I haven't even said how you pissed the floor,
the eight year old you turned to whore,
and tried to have Glenn immured(7) ,
and twenty fucking midgets dead --
what was going through your head? --
bled the lot for gold.
"...but take heart lads,
your first
wasn't as bad as your dads'."
Footnotes:
1. Pronunciation: muh khish-la. Translation: my pulse.
2. Loose translation: warp spasm.
3. Translation: luck.
4. Pronunciation. Nuh-ar a vee-on fee-on iss-chih, vee-on an keel am-wih. Translation: When the wine is in, sense is out.
5. French, meaning a sudden, fierce, and successful surprise attack.
6. The act of throwing handfuls of semen at others.
7. To seal someone inside of a wall while still alive.
In the year that we knew as 1800 and two
The communists had shot FDR;
And though they shattered his spine
He said he felt fine
So we let
the matter
Slide.
Too Ra Loo, Too Ra Lay,
You can shoot, but I won’t run away.
No matter who you are
So long as whiskey’s in the jar
You’re welcome to have yourself a stay.
At the fall of the Moon I saved a wooden spoon
To carve the spot of my car.
But the keys to my Ford
Were stole by Mongol hordes
Or the Chinese
Delivery
Boy…
Too Ra Loo, Too Ra Lay,
You can shoot, but I won’t run away.
No matter who you are
So long as whiskey’s in the jar
You’re welcome to have yourself a stay.
There are sins which we avenge and those for which we mend
But the choice is never what you choose.
I wanted fries with my shake
Though I’ll take what you make --
Onion rings have always been okay.
Too Ra Loo, Too Ra Lay,
You can shoot, but I won’t run away.
No matter who you are
So long as whiskey’s in the jar
You’re welcome to have yourself a stay.
The Face of Rose.
The face of the rose lays in quiet repose
as she sleeps off the evening before.
I spent my last coin
to help my girl join
in a toast to the dying queen:
Elizabeth is dead,
may god shit on her head,
the English are a fucking disease.
Chorus:
Say your please,
a little kindness or else she’ll just tease.
The face of the rose
In quiet repose
mo chuisle(1)
More than a blue moon
the rose is known to bloom
and smile
in suggestive ways.
I’ll unfasten my britches
and screw her to stitches --
Doc’ll sew her a virgin again.
CHORUS.
On nights at her mother’s
I’ve fought with her brothers --
she doesn’t clean off her chin.
But the family is ready
to call me friend gladly
cuz I’m taking their fatty to bed.
CHORUS.
She seemed she’d die spinster,
and I’ve nothing against her,
so long as she eats out my ass.
…never once even asked.
CHORUS.
Riastrad(2)
"The world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed."
- Sean O'Casey
"Those who drink to forget, pay in advance."
- sign above the bar.
The IDs from my brother
got us past the bouncer
and bad cess(3) me forever
that's all I remembered
till Bloom came and screamed,
"Nuair a bhionn an fion istigh,
bionn an ciall amuigh(4).
You boys are quite lucky,
The cops arrive shortly,
And the mob'll let you leave.
The lynch crowd's been brewing
Since you first tasted ruin --
I wouldn't believe if I didn't see:
"Two on the road to block and fall
suddenly felt eight feet tall
and soon spread an awful pall --
you've redefined the sins.
"You hybridized the seven worst
to find delights to make you burst
and what truly makes it all perverse
is you did it all so well.
"As if you're schooled in devil craft
you drained the last of every draft
then embraced the deepest daft,
burning poor bartender Krafft,
for cutting off your beer.
"His wife complained
so you ate her brain
and in the midst of that coup de main (5)
you're balls began to drain.
"Like demons in human costume,
sea gulling(6) around the room,
you inspired every doom
and invented sixteen more.
"Tommy McGee with two or three
tried to end it speedily,
but disbelief in their eyes,
they ended up crucified.
"And I haven't even said how you pissed the floor,
the eight year old you turned to whore,
and tried to have Glenn immured(7) ,
and twenty fucking midgets dead --
what was going through your head? --
bled the lot for gold.
"...but take heart lads,
your first
wasn't as bad as your dads'."
Footnotes:
1. Pronunciation: muh khish-la. Translation: my pulse.
2. Loose translation: warp spasm.
3. Translation: luck.
4. Pronunciation. Nuh-ar a vee-on fee-on iss-chih, vee-on an keel am-wih. Translation: When the wine is in, sense is out.
5. French, meaning a sudden, fierce, and successful surprise attack.
6. The act of throwing handfuls of semen at others.
7. To seal someone inside of a wall while still alive.
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