The Bad Luck of The Irish

Here’s an excerpt from The Tossers‘ “Wherever You Go” that I thoroughly enjoy singing along to at their shows:

Now woe to you wherever you go
To all of you bastards who have cheated me so
May you lay awake roaring in misery and woe
And be quickly defeated wherever you go

And wherever you go
Whatever you do
May you suffer the curse of god on you

May you lose the eyes from your miserable face
And spend all your days here in scorn and disgrace
May not one of your prayers or your wishes come true
May you be confounded whatever you do

Even before I found out what a disgusting human being my ex-wife was, this was always one of my favorite Dropkick tunes. Now it’s just more relatable. Heather Elise Wade