Текст песни House Of Pain - Danny Boy
House Of Pain - Danny Boy слова песни
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your talePlease do explain why your skin`s so paleAnd you`re so funky, now how can that beLike a bird in a tree on the TLPIt`s the Irish intellect, no one disrespectedMy shit`ll get hectic real quickThis is the House Of Pain (pain)And pain is one thing we`re notCause we know we`ve gotStyle and fashion, smoke some hash andI`m smackin` up girls like cars were crashin`Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin`Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you`re all inThat`s right, damn skimpy, ya can`t get with meI run the whole track and leave ya three laps backChop seuy don`t do me no goodI gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manageI never eat pig, but I`ll fuck up a potatoI`m not a dago, but pasta`s all thatMy pockets stay phat, so step the fuck backYou wanna move on me, you better bring an armyI rip shit daily, ask my man Tom BailyI`m rockin` the clock like if I was Bill HaileyI`m cockin` my glock, and I got my shileighlySo watch your lady, because I`mChorus(Danny Boy!) Danny Boy(Danny Boy!) You know it`s Danny Boy(Danny Boy!) `S Danny Boy(Danny Boy!) You know it`s Danny Boy(Danny Boy!) `S Danny Boy(Danny Boy!) You know it`s Danny Boy(Da ney Boy, Da Da ney Boy)Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountainside