Funshaughlin - the rantings of Mellow Blue Stuff

A Dublin folk song


When I was a kid
I had heroes
Dee was called the Monk, and the Viper and the General…and the Westies
They were heroes
Heroes of renown

Gangland
I’m makin’ this me home ground

You were wrong in saying a few years ago that that gangland killing was the last sting of a dying wasp

Little generals spoilin’ for a fight
Little generals, in their hand is a knife
Anto, Deco, Micko and Wayne
Redser and Tony are the boys who make ya feel the pain

Jump in, joyridin’ is me favourite pastime
A few hours of fun
Then we set it on fire

Gangland, do you fear to tread
Gangland, two shots in your head
Gangland, do you fear to tread
Gangland, two shots bang bang you’re dead

I wish I had some money to put it in me pocket
Watch me empire takin’ off like a rocket
I’m on a runaway train but I don’t know how to stop it
I wish I had a key to open up me mind
To understand me thoughts
When I’m lyin’ there at night
So I hide away and I follow the crowd

Gangland, two shots and your dead
Gangland, two shots in your head
Gangland, do you fear to tread
Gangland, dee run up to ya, two shots bang bang in your head

Sometimes I don’t know what to think
I’m on the edge I’m on the brink
Sometimes I don’t know
Just what to do
Sometimes I just lie back
And I think of you

Gangland, do you fear to tread
Gangland, two shots and you’re dead
Gangland, do you fear to tread
Cop car comes up two shots and you’re dead
Gangland, whatcha think deese guns are for
Gangland well it’s the long war!
Gangland, guns in me hand
Gangland, I’m doin’ fuckin grand

Deco and Wayne, Anto
In Cushlawn Park
The boys in Cushlawn Park
West Tallaght
Jobstown too
The heart ‘a tallaght
It’s what we do
Jobstown, Killinarden, Springfield
Get the pints in tonight
We’re goin’ up da Belgard
We’re goin up da Belgard!

Two shots and yer dead

Gangland, do you fear to tread
Gangland, two shots and you’re dead
Gangland, whatcha think deese guns in me hand are for
Gangland, we’re fightin’ in the long war
Gangland whatcha think deese guns in me hand are for
Do ya think they’re just here ta look nice?
Sittin’ on me mantelpiece
Ahh bud have ya got a bit a change there for the bus…..

Gangland eeehhh two shots two shots and yer dead
Gangland do you fear to tread two shots bang bang and yer dead
You’ll get a screwdriver in yer BRAIN
And your parents standin there cryin’ in the RAIN

Gangland, I’m livin in a hole
Gangland, I can’t wait ‘til I get me dole
Gangland, I’ll do it if I can
Gangland, I killed fifty man

I’m on a runaway train but I just can’t stop it
I wish I had a key, to open up me mind, to understand me thoughts

Gangland

I wish I had some money, to put it in me pocket
Bet on the horses and get a winnin’ docket

I’ll be first past the post
When it comes teh…admittance to hell

Gangland

I’m dealin’ drugs here
And I’m doin’ quite well
And I’m not afraid ah dyin’
And when I do, me parents they won’t be cryin’
Cos dee know it’s comin…quite soon

This song is dedicated…to the boys of West Tallaght
All the boys there
Fettercairn, Killinarden, Jobstown, Springfield

And now we’re goin’ down to the fuckin’ Belgard Inn
Champions league night on a Tuesday
You-neye-rah versus…Sparta Prague
Then on to the playhouse...for a birra action