Alba s touto skladbou:
Irish Son,
It’s another 6 am as he stubbles in again
And my mother cries don’t wake the children
Through the tears I can hear him say
Didn’t have much luck today
But he really knows he just threw it away
He finds the answers at the bottom of a bottle
And his life is always fully on the throttle
And he’s slowly turning out just like his father
And he knows
That he’s no hero
But he’s doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
And he’s no hero
But he made me what I am
Stopped me from becoming another you
Daddy couldn’t save yourself
No one ever cared to help
And he looked at me
as what he could have been
Now I know what I’ve got to be
Everything to make him proud of me
With my second chance that he never had
Cause his dreams are at the bottom of his bottle
And he’s never gunna be who he oughta
And he’s just a living image of his father
And he knows
That he’s no hero
But he’s doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
But he’s no hero
But he made me what I am
Stopped me from becoming another you
The dead-end road on which I’m runnin’
It’s like he already knew
He lived the pain that would be comin’
And I’m proud to say that he is my father
And it’s ok
That he’s no hero
But he’s doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
But he’s no hero
But he made me what I am
Stopped me from becoming
Stopped me from becoming
Stopped me from becoming
Another you
Another you
Another you
