When Irish Eyes Are Burning
Ike Reilly Assassination
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I belong to the staggering evening
I belong to the sweltering night
I belong to the girl that's leaving
But all she wants to do is fight tonight
Listen to my Irish eyes
The darkest beams with the lightest cries
When you ever going to realize
All we're going to do is fight tonight
It doesn't matter if you're seventeen
It doesn't matter if you're twenty-one
It doesn't matter if you're thirty-three
Forgive me baby Jesus what I done
I went to see the Violent Femmes
With my friend John and his girlfriend
But right before the show began
He mixed it up with a girl named Tank
Now I believe Tank was lesbian
And somebody cracked'smell my les-bee-friend'
She's Irish too and musical
Almost giant and beautiful
She threw the first punch and was the last
Now John Arcoe flat on his back
Well I may be she's like six-foot Sam
Got on his shoulders and I watched the Femmes
When Irish eyes are burning bright
Drink your women, run for your life
The day I'll be shot, they'll ruin the night
When Irish eyes are burning
Some time ago I went to a show
With a Serbian girl that I still know
It was a Friday night and as the show let out
I was rolling all over around on the ground
Under the lights of the marquee
At the Liberty Theater I was skinning my knees
I was breaking my nose on the fist of the Croat
Smashing my balls on the boot of one-two
Loosened my teeth but I didn't really know it
I was bleeding on someone and dreaming of you
Just as the tide was beginning to turn
I saw the face of Kevin Moriarty
Matt and Jack and Pat and Eugene Graham
Frank Quinn and Brendan O'Shea
Joe Sweeney and John F Quigley
Were clean as soap but were goddamn mean
Christopher Farley and James Thord Murphy
Were making me laugh when I looked through my teeth
When Irish eyes are burning bright
Drink your women, run for your life
The day I'll be shot, they'll ruin the night
When Irish eyes are burning
It doesn't matter if you're seventeen
It doesn't matter if you're twenty-one
It doesn't matter if you're thirty-three
Forgive me baby Jesus what I done
Forgive me baby Jesus what I done
I belong to the staggering evening
I belong to the sweltering night
I belong to the girl that's leaving
But all we're going to do is fight tonight
Listen to my Irish eyes
The darkest beams with the lightest skies
When you ever going to realize
We belong to the sweltering night