Irish Car Bombs

Making haste Run Run Running At a peculiar pace There's nothing else to see And no one else to be So you run I give both lungs to you I miss you all too much Brother I do I hope you have a safe trek back I hope to see me soon Light up and smoke fat Private face Blackjack cards went over 21 Playing your states Around three days But now you're safe Just your dog and a pellet gun Like a kid you once played