Cidona going right down my throat
Produced in 1955
The taste of an Irish childhood
Non alchol version of cider
Cidona, Cider, Cidona, Cider
People drinking, tasting the good old days
Fizzy apple taste, I paste
My lost dreams, From fake trying to steal
Thought i lost my mind, Cause this shits unreal
I need to wake up, Lost myself lost my friends trust
Got a place for all this disgust
Got my health fucking dieing
I need to wake up
Lost myself lost my friends trust
Got a place for all of this disgust
Got my health fucking dieing
Cidona going right down my throat
Produced in 1955
The taste of an Irish childhood
Non alchol version of cider (ay)
Cidona, Cider, Cidona, Cider
Friends come and go
They know be traying
My mind just blown my throne they tried taking
Had to show them blown mind breaking
Never thought id be standing here talking
Cidona got me like dice
Hyyyyper
Got me moving loose
Cidona going right down my throat
Produced in 1955
The taste of an Irish childhood
Non alchol version of cider (ay)
Cidona, Cider, Cidona, Cider