McLaughlin's Rant

Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast,

Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out

yer arse,

Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got

nothin' left,

Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o' Christ've flogged me

half to death.

Suck on this ye Succubus, your star'll never rise,

Ye've the smell o' death about your breath & bullet holes

for eyes,

I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine,

Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your

time,

Bastards! A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never

known,

Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below.

Oh as I set out on my way all naked and alone,

Guard my back, guide me forth & bring me safely home,

Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o' love &

trust,

And when I'm gone, the long & restful slumber of the

just.

They'll ride ye to the gates o' Hell, drive ye to the

brew,

'til every penny's splashin' off the wall against your

shoe,

Ye'll get yer feed o' spurs & a few choice feckin' words,

Then its back to picks & shovels, cause that's all

they'll let ye do.