This Irish Son by Brian McFadden
I was born in the heard of Dublin
To a Holy book full of rules
Made get on our knees every Sunday
with the other foolsWe were walked by the Christian Brothers
In the cell blocks at our schools
Get a hand print on your skin
From a claw of jewelsGo hit me now
That I’m twice your size
We brused off the accusations
And bowed before your liesWeddings, deaths and baptizing children
That’s my debt paid to the church
I don’t need that kind of salvation
When I get hurtDon’t fill my head with sermons
And force me to believeOur Father who art in heaven
Come down here and make your presence known
We can’t do it on our own
The lunatics let run the asylum
How can we find peace inside your home
When you can’t trust your ownThis is the city that raised me
With the religion they gave me
Now I’m old enough to know my own mind
But it was leaving that saved me
I seen so much that has changed me
Just break with your past
Feed your own mind
‘Cause this Irish son has moved with the times
I made my first donation in the 2008 presidential race to Barack Obama.
I want out of Iraq. I want an environmental policy that makes sense. I want the education and health care system properly addressed (i.e. beyond throwing money or regulations at the problem). Barack wants what I want.
Most importantly, I don’t want another career politician as president. Barack’s inexperience in Washington D.C. is his best attribute.