His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti

He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,

But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down

The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out

He’s choking how, everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, bloah!

Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Easy, no

He won’t have it, he knows his whole back’s to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope

He knows that but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant, he knows

When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again, yo

This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

The soul’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom’s close to post mortem

It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows. It’s all over. These hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he’s known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows.

Bonus points: Helen McEnnui – 

Great shots from the FG Árd Fheis by Barry Cronin. 

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