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Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation Here's to you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow My little plot of land I soon did part with And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be made [sic] we were thinkin' When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension Well meself I lost me leg...

My best friend gave me the best advice He said each day's a gift and not a given right Leave no stone unturned Leave your fears behind And try to take the path less travelled by That first step you take is the longest stride REFRÃO If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past? Donate every dime you had? If today was your last day Against the grain should be a way of life What's worth the price is always worth the fight Every second counts 'cause There's no second try So live like you're never livin twice Don't take the free ride in your own life If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past? Donate every dime you had? Would you call those friends you've never seen? Reminisce old memories? Would you forgive your enemies? Would y...

Vim de uma geração atípica: protestávamos por não sei o quê, queríamos chegar não sei aonde e ainda por cima tínhamos como argumentos um importante não sei porquê. No efervecente mundo dos anos 80, os rebeldes sem causa se incomodavam por qualquer coisa: desde a dificuldade de importação de discos de vinis à ausência dos pais em casa! Para a ala mais radical nada mais cômodo do que expressar toda a rebeldia chocando a sociedade com atitudes e uma indumetária dignas de um mendigo. Os chamados metaleiros era um espécie que compreendia da sua maioria de adolescentes com cabelos compridos, calças apertadas e/ou rasgadas, botas ou tênis de cano alto, pulseiras e luvas repletas de rebites embalados a um som ácido de entendimento incompressível dos pais. Alguns desses espécimes ainda resistem ao tempo e vivem em nichos bem definidos, mas comparativamente com o passado, são uma raça em extinção. Muitos deles sucumbiram a falta de perspectivas de protestos consistentes e hoje tem uma vida...