Irish Son
Brian McFadden
I was born in the heart of Dublin
To a holy book full of rules
Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools
We were warped by the Christian Brothers
In the cell blocks at our schools
Get a handprint on your skin
From a claw of Jewels
Go hit me now
That I'm twice your size
We brushed off the accusations
And bowed before your lies
This is the city that raised me
With the religion they gave me
Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
And it was leaving that saved me
I seen so much that has changed me
Just break with your past
Feed your own mind
This Irish son has moved with the times
Weddings deaths and baptizing children
That's my debt paid to the church
I don't ned that kind of salvation
When I get hurt
Don't fill my head with sermons
And force me to believe
This is t