As old IRA heroes go
You took a hell of a long time to die
When you past the hell down to your son
Did you look him in the eye?
And your son was courageous
The spirit of male was vast
And he never sang of empty lives
Where old friendships are cast
And your son was courageous
His feminine side was strong
You know, there’ s more than brides
And bullets to the singing of a song
And if ever you should meet ruin
In one of Tara’s bars
He’ll cleanse your blood with merciful tears
By the sign of the shattered star
Santa Claus is coming to town…

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