Innocent Han Shang marches in his eyes
His pride is heritage this Irish boy cannot hide
Heart beats to the rhythm of the strumming of a Paddy's banjo
His blood was three colours,
green, white and gold
And night these cobbled streets I roam
This soul, the red inside his heart
I
know that I'll be dead some day I'll
stay with my mum's son and uncle of
wexed furnitline Cadamery on a buried Fiovel she will cross
Once travelled miles to quote the
Berlantine bother new roses And night these cobbled streets I roam
I'm a cop and I'm trying to put a
head Maybe strength is searching more
I think I've lost this whole inside I write a song about the money
An
This sovereign state is ours
At night, these cobbled streets are run
At night, these cobbled streets are fine
This sovereign state is ours
This sovereign state is ours
At night, these cobbled streets are run
At night, these cobbled streets are fine
This sovereign state is ours
This sovereign state is ours
At night, these cobbled streets are run
At night,
these cobbled streets are run This sovereign state is ours