Now all of the planes have landed
The soldiers are in their beds
The soldiers are in their beds
Smoke rises from their clothing
And sweet dreams through their heads
Truth faced leaves a strange taste
When joy and sadness meet
A country rain on a city street
This life is bittersweet
The boy with the bloated belly
Hears today's trucks arrive
He puts down his baby sister
And makes his way outside
Truth faced leaves a strange taste
When joy and sadness meet
A country rain on a city street
This life is bittersweet
Everyone's a novelist
And everyone can sing
But no one talks when the TV's on...
The lightning flashed, and the thunder rolled
Dark clouds filled the sky
A country rain on a city street
This life is bittersweet
Moxy Fruvous
May the wind at your back
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Of the corned beef and cabbage
You had for lunch.
Erin go bragh!
Washed down with green beer!
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