Finnegan's Hell - Run Boy Run

Boy, you were born on
the wrong side of the tracks
Ain't nothing much to do about it
It is just a simple fact
Nobody's expecting that
You'll ever turn out right
You steal from the wrong people
You don't back off from a fight

Run boy, run boy
Pack your bags and split
Your time is up
Run boy run
Run, run

You robbed the movie theatre
You robbed the candy store
You even sunk so low that
You stole money from a whore
You hot-wired your neighbor's car
And you drove it off a cliff
And at a reggae concert
You knicked Bob Marley's spliff

Psychiatrists and doctors
Have had a look at you
They stated there is something wrong
But they don't know what to do
You fucked a local nun
In a cage down at the zoo
When the minister came by your house
You were high on super glue

It seems like there ain't no chance
That you'll ever behave
Soon enough your evil ways
Will lead you to your grave

Written by:
ESBJORN NILSSON, MICHAEL EK, PABLO RAUTENBERG, ROLF PERLEIJ, SAN JANSSON

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