Текст песни Ellen - Katie Noonan

Holy Willie you think you're so great
While you postulate about our fate
With your bible in hand, think you're lord of the land
You've no scripture for me mate

The hell of this wash hole is mighty
So at night we might get a bit flighty
But what good is boredom and silence all day
I think we've a right to play!

Oh I know we live on the edge of a knife
And the risk of solitary is nigh
But stuff it the gaurds can be bought with rum
Even us devils need some fun

So we dance at the base of the mountain
Maybe nude sure we've all seen it before
Sisters of sorrow, we say 'stuff tomorrow'
Let's dance, drink and then dance some more

So just what makes you think you're so holy
Does your wife know you're horny as hell
Compared with you, I'm a saint, so while in this pew
I bare my ass and say 'stuff you'

Oh I know we live on the edge of a knife
And the risk of solitary is nigh
But stuff it the gaurds can be bought with rum
Even us devils need some fun

For that mooning I got 30 days
In a cell only 6 feet by 4
But I'd do it again in the blink of an eye
For what else if this hell-hole life for?

Sure I'm a rebel from way back
I'm a limerick girl didn't you know?
But when singing is sin I've no choice to give in
These bastard laws just stoop too low

Oh I know we live on the edge of a knife
And the risk of solitary is nigh
But stuff it the gaurds can be bought with rum
Even us devils need some fun