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Margaret Reed O'Shaughnessy Lyrics - Artist : Devine, Kevin
Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy
Thank Christ I'm not your enemy There's no struggler loves ya more than me Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy Margaret ground against her knuckles To hold her temper at her teeth Funerals are triggers in an Irish family And daddy was a lion But he also was a louse She swallowed twice to Clear the bile from her mouth The house, awash with sycophants Instantly enshrined The parish priest, the butcher's boy The football player's wife All busy painting angel wings Complicit in the lie That's the way we Irish do it when we die Riddles wrapped in rosary Clover grenades Fools who suffer mightily As our high Saint Sinead We celebrate our loneliness Our combustible rage "He made us this way" Not that Margaret wasn't her own complicated layer cake Educator/activist - Republican gone straight Traded Weather Underground For some peacetime in the shade But in her heart of hearts She is as she was made When she shaved her head At Trinity and toured BDSM Clinical, athletic sex - Detached, competitive The discipline appealed to her The flogging and the rules But the emptiness roared back when she was through A missile wrapped in rosary A clover grenade Fools were suffered mightily She shot sharp like Sinead And bristled at her loneliness Her combustible rage "They made me this way" Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy Thank Christ I'm not your enemy There's no struggler lovers ya more than me Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy Margaret learned to make her fate When Uncle James lisped with a wink "If you're not tall enough to touch the bar You're not tall enough to drink!" She jumped and smacked it with her palm The day that she turned six; She's wrestled Jameson's and Guinness ever since (And tonight she's losing Tonight she's getting her ass kicked) My missile wrapped in rosary My clover grenade Fools picked apart her sanity She collapsed like Sinead Encircled in her loneliness Her combustible rage "Who made me this way?" Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy Thank Christ I'm not your enemy There's no struggler loves ya more than me Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy Oh, Margaret Reed O' Shaughnessy |
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