Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy - Until I Say So lyrics
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If you kick them all out 'Cause they never fit in Lashed to the mast or Drunk on the past And they sit at the taverns With mail ordered brides They sit at the taverns With mail ordered brides Who stand like flamingos And maybe it's true that they're greedy That's probably why everything's gone awry And they couldn't be sure That the whole world was pure No they couldn't be sure That the whole world was pure And that heaven was just an ocean away And maybe it's true That the house was too big You'll find oversized quarters For your sons and your daughters And sons will be stealin' That red white and blue feeling And daughters will be looking At the ceiling or knealing But there's a patriot born everyday But what do you expect When you put out with losers Misfits and drifters And battle ax losers and you give them a boat And say here off you go And don't you come back Until I say so Until I say so Until I say so