Lyric Irish Son - Brian Mcfadden

Lyric Song Irish Son: To a holy book full of rules Made to get on our knees every Sunday with th other fools We were warped by the Christian Brothers In the cell blocks at our schools Get a handprint on your skin From a claw of Jewels Go hit me now That I m twice your size We brushed off the accusations And bowed before your lies This is the city that raised me With the religion they gave me Now i m old enough to know my own mind And it was leaving that saved me I seen so much that has changed me Just break with your past Feed your own mind This Irish son has moved with the times Weddings deaths and baptizing children That s my debt paid to the church I don t need that kind of salvation When I get hurt Don t fill my head with sermons And force me to believe This is the city that raised me With the religion they gave me Now i m old enough to know my own mind And it was leaving that saved me I seen so much that has changed me Just break with your past Feed your own mind This Irish son has moved with the times Our father who art in heaven Come down here and make your presence known We can t do it on our own The lunatics let run the asylum How can we find peace inside your home When you can t trust your own This is the city that raised me With the religion they gave me Now i m old enough to know my own mind And it was leaving that saved me I seen so much that has changed me Just break with your past Feed your own mind Cos this Irish son has moved with the times Cos this Irish son has moved with the times