Irish Son (Short Version)

Irish Son (Short Version) - Brian McFadden

I was born in the heart of Dublin

To a holy book full of rules

Made get on our knees every Sunday

With the other fools

We were warped by the Christian Brothers

In the cell blocks at our schools

Get a hand print on your skin

From a glove of jewels

Go hit me now

That I'm twice your size

We brushed off the accusations

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

But it was leaving that saved me

I've seen so much that has changed me

So just break with your past feed your own mind

'Cause this Irish son has moved with the times

Wedding's 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

But it was leaving that saved me

I've seen so much that has changed me

So just break with your past feed your own mind

'Cause 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

But it was leaving that saved me

I've seen so much that has changed me

So just break with your past feed your own mind

Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times

Yes this Irish son has moved with the times