Brian McFadden - Irish Son

"Irish Son"

I was born in the heart of Dublin

To a Holy book full of rules

Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools

We were warped by the Christian Brothers

In the cell blocks at our schools

Get a hand print on your skin

From a glove of jewels

Go hit me now

That I'm twice your size

Brushed off the accusations

And bowed before your lies

This is the city that raised me

With the religion they gave me

Now I'm old enough to know my own mind

And it was leaving that saved me

I've seen so much that has changed me

So just break with your past

Feed your own mind

This Irish son has moved with the times

Weddings deaths or baptizing children

That's my debt paid to the church

I don't need that kind of salvation

When I get hurt

Don't fill my head with sermons

And force me to believe

This is the city that raised me

With the religion they gave me

Now I'm old enough to know my own mind

But it was leaving that saved me

I've seen so much that has changed me

So just break with your past

Feed your own mind

Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times

Our father who art in heaven

Come down here and make your presence known

We can't do it on our own

The lunatics let run the asylum

How can we find peace inside your home

When you can't trust your own

This is the city that raised me

With the religion they gave me

Now I'm old enough to know my own mind

But it was leaving that saved me

I've seen so much that has changed me

So just break with your past

Feed your own mind

Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times

i love his songs

Brian McFadden - Real To Me

Showbiz dinners and the free champagne,
Men in suits who think they know it all
No one knows me but they know my name, That's not real to me

Hotel lobby to the airplane, Another country but they start to look the same
Watch the world behind a window pane, That's not real to me

When I see my babies run, When all the madness has been and gone
I raise my family and live in peace, Now thats what's real to me
Real to me.

Dying flowers in a dressing room,
A dangerous time to let your head make up its own mind
Got me thinking that the spirits flown,
That's not real to me

When I see my babies run, When all the madness has been and gone
I raise my family and live in peace, Now that's what's real to me

Picnics in the garden and the children they can play,
The first day of the summer and I'll laze here all the day
We'll invite the family round and drink some English tea,
Then I raise up my finger and watch football on t.v

When I see my babies run, When all the madness has been and gone
I raise my family and live in peace, Now that's what's real to me
That's what's real to me
Wake up you might be dreaming, Wake up you might be dreaming now