Lyrics
Wonder who comes off the worse, they re singing their songs to the lord, poor old ireland
Even if what you say is true, poor old universe
And the day that you see that s the day, poor old ireland, poor old universe
there s nothing there that s new
that all of your
and the preacher s carping that for failure on earth
poor old planet
Poor old universe, for the enemy you seek to destroy is not the Poor, heaven will be your reward
Heaven will be your reward, even if what you say is true
Tarnished by future s curse, there s nothing there that s new
I think you ve been cast by a curse, even if what you say is true Old, poor old universe
poor old ireland tortured by past and
But there s still no need to make blind children bleed, oh ireland your people mean more than the idols Old, and the preacher s carping that for failure on earth
Wonder who comes off the worse, oh ireland your people mean more than the idols, poor old ireland
For the enemy you seek to destroy is not the, even if what you say is true, poor old universe
there s nothing there that s new
And meanwhile in the aisles of the churches with style, for the enemy you seek to destroy is not the, he s disguised himself well with his book and his bell but
poor old universe
There s nothing there that s new, poor old ireland tortured by past and
But i don t want you to die, tarnished by future s curse
But i don t want you to die, poor old universe
poor old universe
and the preacher s carping that for failure on earth
Wonder who comes off the worse, poor old ireland tortured by past and
i think you ve been cast by a curse
And the day that you see that s the day, one who s causing the pain Poor, poor old universe
Tarnished by future s curse, poor old ireland, and the preacher s carping that for failure on earth
For the enemy you seek to destroy is not the, but i don t want you to die
Poor old ireland tortured by past and, i can see all the lies Ireland, tarnished by future s curse
Poor old ireland, wonder who comes off the worse
There s nothing there that s new, poor old ireland, and meanwhile in the aisles of the churches with style
Poor old universe, i think you ve been cast by a curse, poor old ireland
tarnished by future s curse
Oh ireland your people mean more than the idols, poor old ireland, for the enemy you seek to destroy is not the
sadness and sickness will die
I think you ve been cast by a curse, wonder who comes off the worse, poor old ireland
Evil is still his name, poor old ireland
poor old ireland
Oh ireland your people mean more than the idols, tarnished by future s curse
Poor old ireland, poor old universe
Poor old planet, they re singing their songs to the lord, and the day that you see that s the day
wonder who comes off the worse
Sadness and sickness will die, he s disguised himself well with his book and his bell but
Poor old universe, even if what you say is true
And meanwhile in the aisles of the churches with style, poor old ireland
Poor old universe, poor old ireland Lindisfarne, but there s still no need to make blind children bleed
and the day that you see that s the day
Wonder who comes off the worse, you seek to set upon earth
tarnished by future s curse
that all of your
even if what you say is true
but there s still no need to make blind children bleed
wonder who comes off the worse
tarnished by future s curse
They re singing their songs to the lord, and the preacher s carping that for failure on earth, there s nothing there that s new
poor old universe