Glass of Patrick

[Strange Boy]
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques
Imma stomp on all you leprechauns, you're not grown yet
Quick to forget the coffin ships that you came from
Quick to neglect all the struggle that you made of
A parody that has you carrying a flask of whiskey
Fighting every rich man's war with a pitchfork
Which poor Paddy's gonna work for the rich man?
Which poor Paddy's gonna die for the rich man?
Which rich man is the Paddy gonna kill?
We been tryna kill a Paddy since the famine but he won't die
No, no, no, no, he won't die

Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques
Imma stomp on all you leprechauns, you're not grown yet
Quick to forget the coffin ships that you came from

[Hazey Haze]
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy with the fucking bally on
Carrying a bottle of Paddy in the carry-on

I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
A white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine

I was sipping on epiphanies until I was hit with a whiskey neat
I mean, I was sipping on a whiskey neat until I was hit with epiphanies
That shit don't mean shit to me! (Nah, that shit don't mean)

I had a good drink but I'm a bad drunk who never left the kingdom without having a bump
I sink sunk, felt it grabbing my lungs, the king cunt a babbling tongue
The damage was done
The savage was hung
How can he manage when the famine he's from, hun?

The fun's done, the fun's only begun son, run run
Come, come follow me now, I'm the street hound
In his feeding ground with his teeth around these MCs with these weakened bowels
I can see you leaking wow, bow down to the crown
I found sounds, so this town's proud with how I'm fuckin' speaking now

I feel like it's me, I should be leading crowds
I feel like it's me, I should be the reason now
I feel like it's me, I should be bleeding out

Paddy, Paddy, Paddy with the fucking bally on
Carrying a bottle of Paddy in the carry-on

I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine

Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?

[Strange Boy]
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques
Imma stomp on all you leprechauns, you're not grown yet
Quick to forget the coffin ships that you came from
Quick to neglect all the struggle that you made of
A parody that has you carrying a flask of whiskey
Fighting every rich man's war with a pitchfork
Which poor Paddy's gonna die for the rich man?
Which poor Paddy's gonna work for the rich man?
Which rich man is the Paddy gonna kill?
We been tryna kill a Paddy since the famine but he won't die
No, no, no, no, he won't die

Someone tell a Paddy that he's worthless
Picking off a Paddy picking pockets picking off a Paddy picking pockets
Switching up the topic when they -
I don't give fuck about a Paddy but me and a profit
I been tryna reconfigure what I make a week to ante up my daily profits
You're antagonising money out of empathy, and I don't really see the logic
I don't see the problem though
Just profit off a dead Paddy though in a coffin ship, where the famished know what the famine was
It was genocide on the Emerald Isle
If you don't agree then you're in on it, or in denial, so fuck the Brits

Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques

Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?

[Hazey Haze]
Why you looking, why you looking, why you looking pale?
[Strange Boy]
Why you looking, why you looking, why you looking pale?

(Why they looking pale?)