Danny Boy - House Of Pain

Peckerwood  peckerwood  tell me your tale 
Please do explain why your skin's so pale 
And you're so funky  now how can that be 
Like a bird in a tree on the TLP 
It's the Irish intellect  no one disrespected 
My shit'll get hectic real quick 
This is the House Of Pain (pain) 
And pain is one thing we're not 
Cause we know we've got 
Style and fashion  smoke some hash and 
I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin' 
Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin' 
Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you're all in 
That's right, damn skimpy, ya can't get with me 
I run the whole track and leave ya three laps back 
Chop seuy don't do me no good 
I gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage 
I never eat pig, but I'll fuck up a potato 
I'm not a dago, but pasta's all that 
My pockets stay phat, so step the fuck back 
You wanna move on me, you better bring an army 
I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom Baily 
I'm rockin' the clock like if I was Bill Hailey 
I'm cockin' my glock, and I got my shileighly 
So watch your lady, because I'm 

Chorus 

(Danny Boy!) Danny Boy 
(Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy 
(Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy 
(Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy 
(Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy 
(Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy 
(Da ney Boy, Da Da ney Boy) 
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling 
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside