Orange gobshite

Песня на английском с использованием ирландского слэнга (eejit, gobshite). Поется в стиле ирландский фолк в очень быстром темпе, скороговоркой.

Pints clink in the old pub hall
Word spreads of a fool's mad call

[Verse 1]
There’s an eejit in a fancy suit, thinks he’s king of the whole damn place
Took a swing at a distant land, put the whole world in a tight space
Said he’d fix what ain’t even broke, with a fist and a reckless grin
Now the sky’s gone dark with smoke, and we’re all stuck in his mess again

[Verse 2]
He’s the orange gobshite with a mouth that runs faster than his brain
Didn’t think past his next tweet, didn’t care who’d bear the pain
Neighbors lock their doors tight, kids hide under the bed
His careless stunt lit a fire, and it’s burning till the end

[Pre-Chorus – building tension]
Every corner of the globe’s holding its breath
Waiting for the fool to finally face his death
Of his own big-headed, half-baked plan
We’re all paying for the mess he ran

[Chorus 1]
Oh, the orange gobshite lit a fire he can’t put out
Burned the bridges, turned the whole world inside out
We’re all choking on the smoke of his stupid pride
Prayin’ the flames die down before we all collide

He stood on his fancy podium, studded lies like they were truth
Said he’d bring peace with a gun, but he only brought youth
To the front lines of a war he made, for a grudge he can’t let go
Now the whole world’s counting scars, and he still don’t know

[Verse 4]
He calls himself a leader, but he’s just a spoiled little brat
Took a match to the tinderbox, and now we’re all in the trap
His mates in the backroom cheer, while we all pay the cost
Of his ego-driven, reckless, thoughtless loss

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Every heart in the world’s beating way too fast
Waiting for the storm to finally pass
He’s got no clue how to fix what he broke
We’re all stuck chokin’ on the words he spoke

[Chorus 2]
Oh, the orange gobshite lit a fire he can’t put out
Burned the bridges, turned the whole world inside out
We’re all drowning in the ash of his stupid pride
Prayin’ the flames die down before we all collide

[Bridge]
Mothers weep for sons they’ll never hold
Fathers curse the lies that were told
We’re all prisoners of one man’s greed
Hopin’ the madness finally recedes

[Final Chorus]
Oh, the orange gobshite’s fire will burn out in the end
We’ll rebuild what he broke, and we’ll mend
No more letting fools play with our lives
We’ll rise from the ashes, and we’ll thrive

[Outro]
Pints clink in the old pub hall
We’ll outlast the fool’s mad call