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….