Eerin Go Braghag
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SPOKEN
Where is the bonny boy and the innocence of his race?
VERSE 1
E
G
Over
there
E
Near where the land of the
G
free whites descends into
E
Mexico
Breathing car
G
fumes and warm darkness
E
On the
G
balcony of a very cheap ho
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tel
Overlooking
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eight lanes of red and white
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lights
He was
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roused from his contemplation of the
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cheap wine in his toothmug
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By the sound of laughter which
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came from the TV be
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hind him in his room
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He turned and saw the
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bashful and handsome face of a famous
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Irish movie star
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Struggling to seem a good sport on the
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midnight talk show on NBC
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Irish like
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him, born on that last mean
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spit out of the gob of Europe
Congealed on the brink of the Atlantic
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pit
VERSE 2
His wife had
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marvelled at his Irishness
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often
While it still seemed like an ex
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otic perfume which she had
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brought back here from abroad
Be
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fore it became a stifling a
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roma to be dispelled
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Now he was just one more skill-free
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wetback with a liking for drink
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Alcohol doesn’t heal sadness, it just
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puts it out of focus
CHORUS
B
F#
Eerin Go
B
Braghag
F#
Beam me up,
B
grandad
F#
Eerin Go
B
Braghag (You’ve been had,
F#
grave-bound and God-made mad)
VERSE 3
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Still, he had been
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lucky to get bail
The
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credit card on which he’d had his little
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spree turned out to have been
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property of a murder victim
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Such were pitfalls;
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he’d led a sheltered life up to
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recently
Yet here he was,
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striving to compete locally with the baddest mother
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fuckers on Earth
Take his ex-
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neighbour, who had sold him the
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card and had taken his place in jail
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He had claimed, variously, to be the
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heir to a fortune
A cocaine
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baron and a police detective
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Who could tell what the truth was in
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such a place?
Could the liars,
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or could the decent people
Like his wife’s
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lover, whose guilt he had been able to milk
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one last time for
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bail
money?
Well, he
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hated to let her down, but it was time to
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leave
He had spent the
G
last of his money on tonight’s fragrant
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bed
And so there was no
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legal way out
He would cross the border on
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foot,
tomorrow
How
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difficult could it be? All the
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blue eyes were on the desperate people coming the
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other
way
He would slip through
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and live on their abandoned goods
He
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was of peasant stock, after all
CHORUS
B
F#
Eerin Go
B
Braghag
F#
Beam me up,
B
grandad
F#
Eerin Go
B
Braghag (You’ve been had,
F#
grave-bound and God-made mad)
VERSE 4
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The next day,
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shortly after sunrise, he was
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sitting on a trolley-car bound for the border
G
Growing nervous,
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he got off two stops early
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Soon, he was crossing a
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sleepy trailer park and entering a
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dense clump of tall and unfamiliar vege
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tation
After
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he had walked some distance, the path
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trailed off and he was lost
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And then he saw it.
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It had the
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head of a pig, with
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clear green eyes and the
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body of a donkey
It
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spoke to him:
“Do not be a
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fraid,” it said. “I
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mean you no harm.”
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It went on to explain
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how it was the sole survivor of a
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species
Whose existence has always been con
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cealed by science
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How it was in fear of its life from
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agents of the U.S. government
And simply
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had to escape to Mexi
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co
It would guide him there if
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he would protect it
He a
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greed, his hands shaking
VERSE 5
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And so it was that, at
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sunset on that day
Having
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crept for many hours through
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poor people’s dried-up yards
The
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blind sides of factories and
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warehouses
They walked a
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way from the paved road and into the
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desert
Home only to wild,
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alien, cold-blooded
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animals
The laughable
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fluke of nature, soon to be ex
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tinct
And the
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talking donkey with the
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head of a pig
CHORUS
B
F#
Eerin Go
B
Braghag
F#
Beam me up,
B
grandad
F#
Eerin Go
B
Braghag (You’ve been had,
F#
grave-bound and God-made mad)