In the summer of '26,
Some sweet smelling gangsters,
Were up to thier old tricks.
Breaking the law, and demanding a pay,
You'll get what you want, if you do what we say!
The details of the plot were highly complex,
The sheriff, The deputy completely perplexed,
The Staff at the bank feared for their lives,
Hand over the money, or no-one survives, - (Mega phone)
Foiled For Freshness
You'll be spending time alone since your arrest-ness,
Foiled For Freshness,
All that time alone can lead to depressed-ness,
Foiled For Freshness,
To make matters worse they spoiled the breakfast,
Foiled For Freshness,
They'd rather go straight to hell,
Than be foiled for freshness.
In the winter of the 20 '12,
The prison wardens were givin' 'em hell,
Solitary confinement,
Locked up in their cell,
But still they retained that distinctive smell,
Then a few years down the line,
Some convicts were brought in for a different crime,
Something about their demeanour offended all the officers,
for they were a bunch of putrid smelling mobsters!
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Twenty years later than I would have liked, but hells yes! I stumbled upon "No manners in Ireland" yesterday, cueing the easiest binge buy in a while. This is a nice blend of skillful instrumentalism, great lead voice and good tunes. The old Toasters / Madness / Bosstones fan in me is bouncing off the ceiling again. Thank you for that. You seem to be gathering steam as well. Here's to a long run! raphaelhythlodai