Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Criminal Of Me, artist - The Tossers. Album song The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 03.10.2005
Record label: Victory
Song language: English
A Criminal Of Me |
My great Grandpa was a king, a monarch stout and noble |
He surveyed this land so green, and he said «She's fair and humble» |
As far as the eye can see, from Carrauntooil to Giant’s Causeway was ours |
Until they went and made a criminal of me |
Many a Celtic head had rolled, and rolled upon the hillside |
And they bathed their horses hooves in Hibernian blood and their hide |
In exile they did flee, and set up a church and home there |
'till the landlord and the bailiff made it criminality |
Oh, and on the road they came to run, run until the runnin’s done |
Run far away from fettered chain, the land was ours to barter |
We succumb from sweat and strain, and look they’re right behind again |
If they catch me boys, I know they’ll make a criminal of me |
A criminal of me, a criminal of me |
Wandering forever, hungering eternally |
A criminal of me, a criminal of me |
Run, run, before they make a criminal of me |
Across the sea they sailed, to a land both bright and noble |
For they’d watched their neighbors starve, and the bloodline as it fumbled |
As they reached the safer side, ole Papa said to Jimmy |
To try and live a life so they’d not make a criminal of he |
«Go be alert,» sad Da, «do not perish for the gentry.» |
Tho' poor but proud was he, whenever they called discretely |
Well he’d smash their faces in and in gaol he died poorly |
«But,» he said, «don't let them try and make a criminal of ye.» |
Oh, now my boss he steps so gay, so gaily up the street |
While I dull the pain in pubs and still can’t afford to eat |
He is dashing, he is fancy and he’ll never want you see |
Evan as the factory shuts his shoes reflect the criminal in me |
Violent and drunk now in the street with nothing to sustain me |
I’m gonna die here in this hole. |
The kids I can’t take care of with me |
But it must be taught to let the blame and hatred out of their heads |
For anger and danger make you just another pathetic, drunken, violent paddy dead |