Ok, wrote this like at school and stuff, I think before and during one of Bos's AMAZING geography classes... Anyway, couldn't think of a good name, if anyone knows a name for it, please tell it and stuff... icq# is 12965178

I was seventeen, lost, when I ran away
'T was a cold, dark, rainy november day
Ran harder, fell over a branch 'n there in the woods I lay
Till something happened which showed me the other way

I turned my head 'n looked up while I lay there on the ground
Ya looked at me, I looked at you, we kept on looking without making no sound
I was long time lost but cuz of you I'm find
Then I grabbed yer arm and we turned around

We packed our bags, sold our stuff, 'n we kissed the lowlands farewell
Bought a cheap li'l house in Dublin, got some job, all's well
Enjoyed our life in Ireland though we worked our asses off like hell
Till the day I drank Guinness in the pub when I heard that unforgettable yell

After that I kept drinkin' 'n drinkin' but I can't ever forget about it
Got many debts, lost me house 'n me job 'n all that kinda shit
I've done me stuff, had me fun, no longer do I fit
I barely leave the pub, jus' drink the booze 'n sit

Someone relieve me off me pain, of this life I've had enough
I can't live life as a drunk with no job, no house 'n nobody to love
Inside I've snapped, I shout 'fuck you, ya bastard' at every dove
No longer do I give a damn, no longer do I pick up the glove

N as I entered the ports of Hell
Death appears with his screwed up crap to tell
'For all eternity in Hell you'll dwell'
I turn to him, make a grin 'n 'KMCDA' is all yell