We love our Tom Murphy: especially when he sets lyrics to familiar tunes with ShamRockin' only 6 days away. He's named our foe "Cyst" ... help us put Cyst on the express train to hell at ShamRockin' next Saturday night!!
I hear the express
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen no sufferin’ since I don't know
I'm stuck in Shamrock prison, and I ain’t a doin’ so well
But that express train keeps a rollin' –
its’ destination HELL…
When I was just a baby my mama told me Cyst,
Always take the good kids, a cure ain’t on
But I met up with Shamrockers and they will watch
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..
I bet there's rich folks eating under the pretty Alpharetta stars
They're probably drinkin' Abita and smoking
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a givin'
And that's what tortures me...
Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it backwards - a little farther up the line
Far from Shamrock prison, that's where I want to stay
I'd never blow that freakin’ whistle – delay my dyin’ day...