Fuck life;-
Life, what’s it all about I ask you,
Constant struggle and bitching and watching your back,
To hell with this shit and fuck all the craic,
I am tired of it all and am running on empty,
Torment and hell I’ve had it all, plenty,
My back is sore and my limbs are weak,
I am so tired of this losing streak,
So the time has come I kid you not,
For me to go to the land that time forgot,
You cannot say that I have not tried,
But there is only so much you can do when your hands are tied,
The wrong side of the tracks I was born,
And have suffered a life of trouble and scorn,
I don’t belong here of that I am sure,
For how I feel has got no cure,
So I am leaving this god forsaken shithole,
May the spirit above( not roman) have mercy on my soul.
Anthony Mc Gann.
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Fuck life;-
Life, what’s it all about I ask you,
Constant struggle and bitching and watching your back,
To hell with this shit and fuck all the craic,
I am tired of it all and am running on empty,
Torment and hell I’ve had it all, plenty,
My back is sore and my limbs are weak,
I am so tired of this losing streak,
So the time has come I kid you not,
For me to go to the land that time forgot,
You cannot say that I have not tried,
But there is only so much you can do when your hands are tied,
The wrong side of the tracks I was born,
And have suffered a life of trouble and scorn,
I don’t belong here of that I am sure,
For how I feel has got no cure,
So I am leaving this god forsaken shithole,
May the spirit above( not roman) have mercy on my soul.
Anthony Mc Gann.