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