Being of Irish extraction this shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone.
Spare me the lecture, Father.
I’m going t’ Hell and we both know it.
Aye, and all your choirs and blather
Won’t but start me sufferin’ years before
Me ‘lotted time. Ye’d make
The Devil’s work a damned sight quicker
If’n I weren’t deaf in both ears afore me wake
For all your moaning for me soul.
Spare me the lecture, Father.
I’m going t’ Hell and we both know it
Aye, and it don’t seem right a man should suffer
Twice for the same sin.