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MOLLY MALONE
 
Your hushband he's a musician
In an underground band
People in bank they will soon listen
To his bullet-fast hand
 
He grabs on his violin case
He will soon play hard and tense
Moving his hand towards the face
And play the triumph of violence
 
Molly Malone
Don't leave your children alone
They might run to the city
And face bad reality
 
Molly Malone
Don't leave your kids on their own
Is is such a pity
You live on criminality
 
Your sons and daughters have vision
(Of) leading better life once
Dreaming comes from television
Where they love without guns
 
People work in an honest place
Here's the rule of common sense
That man must earn living with grace,
Good deeds and law's obedience
 
Molly Malone
Don't leave your children alone
They might run to the city
And face bad reality
 
Molly Malone
Don't leave your kids on their own
Is is such a pity
You live on criminality
 
Will you still smile for a while?
When you hear only bad news
When they will say your man played
One and the final sad blues
 
His last gig while playing jig-style
Some of those notes stucked in his head
And melody was his destiny
That cadence stroke him down dead
 
Molly Malone
Don't leave your children grown wrong
Teach them about the vices
And they will play with virtue