Ike Reilly - When Irish Eyes Are Burning lyrics

I belong to the staggering evening I belong to the sweltering nights I belong to the girl that's leaving But all she wants to do is fight tonight Twist into my Irish eyes I get beatings with the loudest cries (not sure) When you ever gonna realize All we're gonna do is fight tonight It doesn't matter if you're seventeen It doesn't matter if you're twenty-one It doesn't matter if you're thirty-three Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done I went to see the Violent Femmes With my friend John and his girlfriend But right before the show began He mixed it up with a girl named Tank Now I believe Tank was lesbian Somebody cracks, Mama let's be friends She said I was too musical (not sure) I was tryin' for beautiful (not sure) She threw the first punch, it was the last Knocked John out cold flat on his back Well, I'm a geek, ( I doubt this is correct) she's like six foot ten Got on his shoulders and I watched the Femmes When Irish eyes are burnin' bright Drink your women run for your life A deadly shot can rule the night (not sure) When Irish eyes are burnin' Some time ago I went to a show With a Serbian girl that I still know It was Friday night and as the show let out I was rolling all over around on the ground Under the lights of the marquee At the Liberty Theater I was skinnin' my knees I was breakin' my nose on the fist of a Croat Smashin' my balls on the boot of one too Losing' my teeth but I didn't really know it I was bleedin' on someone and dreamin' of you Just as the tide was beginning to turn I saw the face of Kevin Moriarty Matt and Dragonbreath ( I doubt this is correct) and Eugene Graham Brian Quinn and Brendan O'Shea Chuck Sweeney and John F Quigley Were clean and sober but goddamn mean Christopher Farley and James Ford Murphy Makin' me laugh when I look for my teeth When Irish eyes are burnin' bright Drink your women run for your life A deadly shot can rule the night When Irish eyes are burnin' It doesn't matter if you're seventeen It doesn't matter if you're twenty-one It doesn't matter if you're thirty-three Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done I belong to the staggering evening I belong to the sweltering nights I belong to the girl that's leaving But all we're gonna do is fight tonight Twist into my Irish eyes I get beatings with the loudest cries When you ever gonna realize We belong to the sweltering nights