Damien Dempsey: Seize the Day album

(Damien Dempsey)

(Damien Dempsey)

I am an angry man, yeah.

I vent it when I can, yeah,

On the bag, not the skag.

The negativity, yeah,

Pushed onto young paddy, yeah,

Is a shame.

Who's to blame?

And when the baby cries, yeah,

She has been criticized, yeah,

Been put down.

It's passed down.

But it's all good, it's all good.

All I say to you today.

And positivity, yeah,

It is the way for me, yeah.

It is truth.

It is youth.

They try to keep us down, yeah.

They hide the high king's crown, yeah,

From the Gaels.

Kathleen wails.

And to survive their sting, yeah,

You have to be the king, yeah.

Grasp the wealth

Of yourself.

Love yourself today, okay, okay.

(Damien Dempsey)

greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy.

So greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy.

Now they say the Celtic Tiger in my hometown

Brings jewels and crowns, picks you up off the ground.

But the Celtic Tiger does two things:

It brings you good luck or it eats you up for supper.

It's the tale of two cities on the shamrock shore.

Please, sir, can I have some more?

Cos if you are poor, you'll be eaten for sure,

And that's how I know the poor have more taste than the rich,

And that's how I know the poor have better taste than the rich.

Hear the Celtic Tiger roar, "I want more."

Hear the Celtic Tiger roar, "I want more."

The fastest-growing inflation rate in the world,

The cost of a run-down house is absurd.

This isn't any age for a low-income wage--

Ask anyone who's locked in a cage.

A couple with kids can't afford a place to live,

Even if they have a good job.

We're being robbed by the builders and the fat-cat government.

A league of greed, and they don't even need for a thing.

It's a sin,

But it's the nature of the beast.

You'd better go and find a priest and confess,

Because your greed is gonna leave you soulless.

Where we gonna live? What we gonna do?

We'll have to move in with the woman in the shoe.

They're driving us onto the streets,

While the fat-cat government cheats, and always gets away with his crime.

A kid steals a jacket and does time.

Just look at the world around you.

Tell me why there is so much need?

Because of greed.

So greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy.

(Damien Dempsey)

I missed a day or two of school because I was called a fool,

And beaten around the place because I was staring into space.

He stole a little bit of coal because his flat was cold.

There's mountains of coal on the docks;

He took some and then ran into the cops.

And then we're packed off to school,

.

We learned the meaning of the word, the meaning of the word.

And then we're locked up in school,

Industrial school.

We learned the meaning of the word cruel.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die,

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die,

I missed a day or two of school because I was called a fool,

And beaten around the place because I was staring into space.

He stole a little bit of coal, because his flat was cold.

There's mountains of coal on the docks;

He took some and then ran into the cops.

And then we're packed off to school,

Industrial school.

We learned the meaning of the word, meaning of the word.

And then we're locked up in school,

Industrial school.

We learned the meaning of the word cruel.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

My uncle was sent to ,

My granddad, to .

And the child that was locked up there

Never did come back.

Some were raped and some were tortured,

Some beated and abused.

Frightened little children,

So lonely and so confused.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Irish have their stories and their music that's passed on

From distant generations who were kept down for so long.

We also have the madness, child abuse and rage,

Sexual frustration passed down from another age.

Their language, land, and culture, their ancient pride was lost.

And sexual repression was what religion cost.

We have to break the cycle because it's still passed down fast.

We have to break the cycle before any more kids are lost.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die, yeah.

(Damien Dempsey)

(Damien Dempsey)

I am an angry man, yeah.

I vent it when I can, yeah,

On the bag, not the skag.

The negativity, yeah,

Pushed onto young paddy, yeah,

Is a shame.

Who's to blame?

And when the baby cries, yeah,

She has been criticized, yeah,

Been put down.

It's passed down.

But it's all good, it's all good.

All I say to you today.

And positivity, yeah,

It is the way for me, yeah.

It is truth.

It is youth.

They try to keep us down, yeah.

They hide the high king's crown, yeah,

From the Gaels.

Kathleen wails.

And to survive their sting, yeah,

You have to be the king, yeah.

Grasp the wealth

Of yourself.

Love yourself today, okay, okay.

(Damien Dempsey)

greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy.

So greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy.

Now they say the Celtic Tiger in my hometown

Brings jewels and crowns, picks you up off the ground.

But the Celtic Tiger does two things:

It brings you good luck or it eats you up for supper.

It's the tale of two cities on the shamrock shore.

Please, sir, can I have some more?

Cos if you are poor, you'll be eaten for sure,

And that's how I know the poor have more taste than the rich,

And that's how I know the poor have better taste than the rich.

Hear the Celtic Tiger roar, "I want more."

Hear the Celtic Tiger roar, "I want more."

The fastest-growing inflation rate in the world,

The cost of a run-down house is absurd.

This isn't any age for a low-income wage--

Ask anyone who's locked in a cage.

A couple with kids can't afford a place to live,

Even if they have a good job.

We're being robbed by the builders and the fat-cat government.

A league of greed, and they don't even need for a thing.

It's a sin,

But it's the nature of the beast.

You'd better go and find a priest and confess,

Because your greed is gonna leave you soulless.

Where we gonna live? What we gonna do?

We'll have to move in with the woman in the shoe.

They're driving us onto the streets,

While the fat-cat government cheats, and always gets away with his crime.

A kid steals a jacket and does time.

Just look at the world around you.

Tell me why there is so much need?

Because of greed.

So greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy.

(Damien Dempsey)

I missed a day or two of school because I was called a fool,

And beaten around the place because I was staring into space.

He stole a little bit of coal because his flat was cold.

There's mountains of coal on the docks;

He took some and then ran into the cops.

And then we're packed off to school,

.

We learned the meaning of the word, the meaning of the word.

And then we're locked up in school,

Industrial school.

We learned the meaning of the word cruel.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die,

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die,

I missed a day or two of school because I was called a fool,

And beaten around the place because I was staring into space.

He stole a little bit of coal, because his flat was cold.

There's mountains of coal on the docks;

He took some and then ran into the cops.

And then we're packed off to school,

Industrial school.

We learned the meaning of the word, meaning of the word.

And then we're locked up in school,

Industrial school.

We learned the meaning of the word cruel.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

My uncle was sent to ,

My granddad, to .

And the child that was locked up there

Never did come back.

Some were raped and some were tortured,

Some beated and abused.

Frightened little children,

So lonely and so confused.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Irish have their stories and their music that's passed on

From distant generations who were kept down for so long.

We also have the madness, child abuse and rage,

Sexual frustration passed down from another age.

Their language, land, and culture, their ancient pride was lost.

And sexual repression was what religion cost.

We have to break the cycle because it's still passed down fast.

We have to break the cycle before any more kids are lost.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die.

Toora loora loo, toora loora lie,

Toora loora loo, whack fol da die, yeah.