Livin' in America [Bainbridge Avenue 2:00 AM]

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Black 47

Black 47 are a New York City based celtic rock band with Irish Republican sympathies, whose music also shows influence from reggae, hip hop, folk and jazz. The band was formed in 1989 by Larry Kirwan and Chris Byrne, and derives its name from a traditional term for the summer of 1847, the worst year of the Great Irish Famine. more »

Year:

1993

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Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock 
And me head is beatin' like a drum 
In the cold grey light, ah I feel like shite 
And I can't remember last night's fun 
Then the foreman says "c'mon now boys, 
Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work" 
Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America 
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls 
And I mix cement by the ton 
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout 
Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun 
Then I think of her up on Kingsbridge Road
Did she mean what she said last night
Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here... Livin' in America 
On me way downtown, I think of that clown 
And the things that he said last night 
Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk 
Oh, I must look a terrible sight 
Put me makeup on as I watch the sun rise high over Fordham Road
Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America 
Ah, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess 
And the yuppies are networkin' again 
Kiss their darlin's goodbye - "oh, we'll be late tonight 
But we should be home by eleven" 
Oh, me little dears dry up your tears 
Your parents are too busy makin' money 
Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America 
Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek 
In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat
No sick days or benefits and for Christ sakes don't get hurt 
The quacks over here won't patch you up unless they see the bucks upfront Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk 
Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house 
Is this what I've been educated for 
To wipe the arse of every baby in America 
Now the day is done, take the subway home 
Squashed up like some sardine in a a can 
In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam 
'Til I'm feelin' half meself again 
If she comes tonight, 
I'll ask her outright 
Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained.... 
Ah Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America 
See him standing there with the ring in his ear 
And the grin on the side of his face With the fag in his mouth, oh I should watch out 
For they say that he's a real hard case 
Should I take me chance or say "no thanks" 
Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained 
Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America

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