Suffocate - Christy Moore

Paddy maintains we’re all yellow inside;

gun smoke got him and no mistake

Say he wants his car on the road, he can’t even locate the brakes

He’d give his kingdom for a drink he would, he’d sell his mother like he sold

his blood

Waiting for dole satisfies him, Paddy didn’t even learn how to swim

But you go crazy if you think about it, you don’t think about it

You suffocate.

Backs against the wall and let the building fall

It may not be the perfect life but its better than none at all

18 beats 21 you bet, it’s all just a gag John, no sweat

The old man says he still needs a hand and the neighbours only ever want

cigarettes

Drinks in the evening, everybody’s emigrating

Or planning for it any way, oh it’s all the same old thing

Come out of your Celtic twilight kids;

join the bums down here by the bank

We’re all having a rare aul time, put another drop of the juice in the tank

Rise there, Paddy, rise, forget your stupid pride

Oh the state of us, what the hell is happening?

It’s a hard life when grown men can’t afford the price of a packet of ten