Mines Irish for " I have noticed your sexiness, and would indeed like to caress your mother in sexual pretences"...Haha thats where working on Irish Radio gets ya!
Oh yeah and "tarraing se, bitch", means bring it, bee-yatch.
And people say its a dead language...Haha
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell,
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell.
Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream,
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing
I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise
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