Luck Of The Irish - Elephant's Memory

If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead

I thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamn, Goddamn

If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams
Like Irish springs
Then the world would be
High as the mountain of morn

In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland

If we could make chains
With the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows
Like leprechauns
The world would be
One big Blarney stone

Why the hell are
The English there anyway
As they kill us with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids, the IRA
As the bastards commit gonocide
Aye, aye, genocide

{Repeat 1st verse}

Yes you'd wish you was English instead