Drug Dealin Pagans

Bímse ag crochadh thart le Druids

Powder paraphernalia and fluids

Tine cnámha, amharc suas

Ar an Ghealach, is déan fuaim

Drug dealing pagans

Human sacrifice to become famous

Ní bheidh muid ag dul where the pearly gate is

A priest would have us locked up and sedated

Cos ye can't save us

Le linn blianta fada mhór an chogaidh

Ó Iarthar Bheal Feirste siar go Taobh an Bhogaidh

Ní ghlacann sé i bhfad sula mbuaileann tú le chucky

Blaring rebs doing a half, caitheamh siar buidéal bucky

Ní dhéanaim aon rud nach bhfuil mé ag iarraidh a dhéanamh

Airgead mór má tú lorg mé le canadh

Tabharfaidh mise aire de do mhamaí, do leanbh

Isteach an doras tosaigh mar is cuma faoi do bheannú

Féach, féach, nach bhfeiceann tú é?

Scaoil saor le do ghualainn is glac anáil mhór tríd do shrón

Tá muid beo!

You don't know what's going on, nobody knows what's going on, fuck it!

Sílim go gcaithfidh mé dúid, mar níl aon rud níos deise ná fear ar an bhfliút

Ag suí anseo le Manchán le cúpla magnum

Ní ghlacann sé i bhfad sula dtéann siad chuig do chloigeann

Aeroplane mode cos there's nothing to be checkin'

Ag iarraidh bheith beo fá choinne achan uile shoicind

An comhrá ag éirí domhain agus snaois dul suas mo shrón

Ye can't buy time, ye can only get a loan

Ach ná bí faoi bhrón it's a softboy-free zone

Tá rud éigin sa spéir cos we're never alone

Nach deas a bheith beo

Ag mothú an fhuacht, ag siúl fríd an cheo

Maidin luath oíche mhall gan stró

Mo shaol gan treo, I came I saw, I gazed in awe

Chonaic mé an áilleacht

Tá eolas ar fáil ansin duit más maith leat

Cruinnigh é, ya mad cunt, sure, why not?

You'll end up with a brain as big as I've got

Féach, féach, nach bhfeiceann tú é?

Scaoil saor le do ghualainn is glac anáil mhór tríd do shrón

Tá muid beo!

You don't know what's going on, nobody knows what's going on, fuck it!

Sílim go gcaithfidh mé dúid, mar níl aon rud níos deise ná fear ar an bhfliút

Ah bhaineas ana-

Bhaineas ana thaitneamh as sin

Like, you know, you don't know what's going on

Nobody knows what's going on

Fuck it

Sílim go gcaithfidh mé dúid mór beathaíoch ramhar, aww

Caithfidh muid, mar ní thuigeann éinne an cac a dtuigimse

Beidh mé ar stáitse libh

Beidh mé fuckin' – what's it? – belly, not belly dancing

Crowd surfing, sin é

Gone, le mo chíocha amuigh ar foluain go mortasach