Flogging Molly - Fool Out Of Me

Rank these woods
Where lost ispiration
Ain't that a barrel full of laughs
Wipe you arse of the crumbs on the table
Where they fall hungry on your land
Whatever became of the seed that once grew in your hand
And the darts where you fingers did bleed and the rush to your head

Oh ya won't no no you won't make a fool outa me

Worse things break that are made of elastic
And im no puppet on your show
You won't sing when the singer is songless
Another notch in your fat belt
But green is the heart of your greed
That much I can tell
you may think you're the captain of me
But im your coffinship from hell