I keep constantly falling for the same ole tricks

Seems I never learn as I keep getting my licks

Knocking on doors of what seems opportunity

Only to find there’s just a gag there waiting for me

Honestly, don’t mean to keep this in a whine

But, I have had my fill of being fed moonshine

Just once when I knock on that solid door

I would love to learn it won’t be once more

Oh, I know that blessed are the poor in spirit

But really now, I just don’t want to hear it

Do you know what I really, really wish?

To never again hear about the luck of the Irish

Just once I want to pull on that ole brass ring

And for my dreams being met, put my fancy to wing….