I´ve seen enough, it´s all undone
´Tis the secret of the Irishman
Weak makes strong
And strong makes weak
Oh, seraphim, do come

For the love of irony
Let´s love, oh let´s love
For the love of irony
She´s laughing on, she´s laughing on
To stay confused
Disunion has its breaks
Its ordinary aches and pains, I´ll take

It´s with sympathy
That I gift you to me

Please, stay confused
Disunion has its use
Its sadness, dead goons, and pageants of harm
For the love of irony
Let´s love, oh let´s love

It´s with sympathy
That I gift you to me
It´s with sympathy
That I gift you to me