HOUSE OF PAIN Song Lyrics

Album:
"House Of Pain"

1) All My Love
2) Come and Get Some O' This
3) Commercial 1
4) Commercial 2
5) Danny Boy, Danny Boy
6) Feel It
7) Guess Who's Back
8) House of Pain and the Rising Sun
9) House of Pain Anthem
10) Jump Around
11) Jump Around Remix
12) Life Goes On
13) One For the Road
14) Put on your Shit Kickers
15) Put your Head Out
16) Salutations
17) Shamrocks and Shenanigans
18) Shamrocks And Shenanigans (Boom Shalock Lock Boom/Butch Vig Mix)
19) Top O' the Morning to ya

Album:
"Truth Crushed To The Earth Sha"

1) Choose your Poison
2) Earthquake
3) Fed Up
4) Fed Up Remix
5) Heart Full of Sorrow
6) Killa Rhyme Klik
7) No Doubt
8) Pass The Jinn
9) Shut The Door
10) The Have Nots
11) What's That Smell?
12) While I'm Here
13) X-Files

Album:
"Same As It Ever Was"

1) All That
2) Back From The Dead
3) I'm a Swing It
4) Interlude
5) It aint a crime
6) Keep it Comin'
7) On Point
8) On Point (Lethal Dose Remix)
9) Over there Shit
10) Runnin' up on ya
11) Same as It ever was
12) Still Gotta Lotta Love
13) Where I'm From
14) Who's the Man
15) Word is Bond
16) It Ain't A Crime

Album:
"Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again"

1) Fed Up
2) Earthquake
3) No Doubt
4) Choose Your Poison
5) X-Files
6) Fed Up Remix

Album:
"Legend"

1) Legend (Lethal Dose Remix)
2) Legend (Extended Mix)
3) It Aint A Crime (UK Remix)

Album:
"Fine Malt"

1) Salutations
2) Jump Around
3) Put Your Head Out
4) Top O' The Morning To Ya
5) House Of Pain And The Rising Sun
6) Shamrocks And Shenanigans
7) House Of Pain Anthem
8) Danny Boy, Danny Boy
9) Guess Who's Back
10) Put On Your Shit Kickers
11) Come And Get Some O' This
12) Life Goes On
13) One For The Road
14) Feel It
15) All My Love
16) Jump Around Remix

HOUSE OF PAIN
HOUSE OF PAIN

Top O' the Morning to ya

She won't come, just when you want it

Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on
You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half
Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us that's it
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
No fuckin' around
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
You shouldn't play, and by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya

Chorus

(What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x)
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)

Greetin's, salutations
Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam
Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
Put the gear in, now you're stearin'
Like Mario Antretti
So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked
Noise like a cricket
Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs
I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em
This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain
But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy
So just say no, but I say go
Straight to hell, I kiss and tell
So if you're a ho, all my friends know
What you gotta say, let's hit the hay
And have no delay, and yo, by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya

Chorus

Extra extra, read all about it
How could ya doubt it?
Now scream and shout it!
The House Of Pain soon will reign
Over the hip hop scene and like golden green
I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi
I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I
Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'
Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in'
And how do I know that she's funk?
I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a
Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony
So never ever try to play me out like a phony
Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil
And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya

Chorus

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