House Of Pain - Danny Boy, Danny Boy Lyrics
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your talePlease do explain why your skins so paleAnd youre so funky, now how can that beLike a bird in a tree on the tlpIts the irish intellect, no one disrespectedMy shitll get hectic real quickThis is the house of pain (pain)And pain is one thing were notCause we know weve gotStyle and fashion, smoke some hash andIm smackin up girls like cars were crashinDanny boy, danny boy, the pipes are callinThought you was a winner, ya was, now youre all inThats right, damn skimpy, ya cant get with meI run the whole track and leave ya three laps backChop seuy dont do me no goodI gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manageI never eat pig, but Ill ***** up a potatoIm not a dago, but pastas all thatMy pockets stay phat, so step the ***** backYou wanna move on me, you better bring an armyI rip shit daily, ask my man tom bailyIm rockin the clock like if I was bill haileyIm *****in my glock, and I got my shileighlySo watch your lady, because im(danny boy!) danny boy(danny boy!) you know its danny boy(danny boy!) s danny boy(danny boy!) you know its danny boy(danny boy!) s danny boy(danny boy!) you know its danny boy(da ney boy, da da ney boy)Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountainside
