| Opens his hand, reads his name, grabs the bottle, and swallows again | |
| Thinks of the wife he’s left behind, touches the photo and closes his eyes | |
| Thinks of the time where he walked from the street under the light and killed a man dead | |
| A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, [Heart, heart, red heart] | |
| stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dóchas [stop your beating, I am without hope] | |
| Whiskey-burned memories come crashing to the floor | |
| For each one that’s gone there’s twenty-five more | |
| That’ll burn him and crush him right through to the core | |
| He’s filled with the thoughts of those gone before | |
| He opens his mouth and all that comes out is a fractured song from a fractured heart | |
| He grabs the bottle and swallows again, picks up the blade that’s singin his name | |
| A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, [Heart, heart, red heart] | |
| stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dóchas [stop your beating, I am without hope] | |
| Whiskey-burned memories come crashing to the floor | |
| For each one that’s gone there’s twenty-five more | |
| That’ll burn him and crush him right through to the core | |
| He’s filled with the thoughts of those gone before |
| Opens his hand, reads his name, grabs the bottle, and swallows again | |
| Thinks of the wife he' s left behind, touches the photo and closes his eyes | |
| Thinks of the time where he walked from the street under the light and killed a man dead | |
| A chroi, a chroi, a chroi dhearg, Heart, heart, red heart | |
| stad do bhualadh, ta me gan do chas stop your beating, I am without hope | |
| Whiskeyburned memories come crashing to the floor | |
| For each one that' s gone there' s twentyfive more | |
| That' ll burn him and crush him right through to the core | |
| He' s filled with the thoughts of those gone before | |
| He opens his mouth and all that comes out is a fractured song from a fractured heart | |
| He grabs the bottle and swallows again, picks up the blade that' s singin his name | |
| A chroi, a chroi, a chroi dhearg, Heart, heart, red heart | |
| stad do bhualadh, ta me gan do chas stop your beating, I am without hope | |
| Whiskeyburned memories come crashing to the floor | |
| For each one that' s gone there' s twentyfive more | |
| That' ll burn him and crush him right through to the core | |
| He' s filled with the thoughts of those gone before |
| Opens his hand, reads his name, grabs the bottle, and swallows again | |
| Thinks of the wife he' s left behind, touches the photo and closes his eyes | |
| Thinks of the time where he walked from the street under the light and killed a man dead | |
| A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, Heart, heart, red heart | |
| stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dó chas stop your beating, I am without hope | |
| Whiskeyburned memories come crashing to the floor | |
| For each one that' s gone there' s twentyfive more | |
| That' ll burn him and crush him right through to the core | |
| He' s filled with the thoughts of those gone before | |
| He opens his mouth and all that comes out is a fractured song from a fractured heart | |
| He grabs the bottle and swallows again, picks up the blade that' s singin his name | |
| A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, Heart, heart, red heart | |
| stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dó chas stop your beating, I am without hope | |
| Whiskeyburned memories come crashing to the floor | |
| For each one that' s gone there' s twentyfive more | |
| That' ll burn him and crush him right through to the core | |
| He' s filled with the thoughts of those gone before |
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