[Liricí ó "Headcase" ag KNEECAP]

[Véarsa 1: Mo Chara]

Isteach 's amach, thievin’

Round the back of the shop, schemin'

Níl aon lucht orainn constable

The trouble is that the boys are steamin'

Pints of cream and no sleep

Lands ye in the back of the jeep

You’re more likely to stand in dog shite

If you're always running the streets

Ach ní athraíonn rudaí

Staffy keek up the back of your guddies

Graveyard merchant, barrack purchased

Taps aff 'cause it's sunny

But he's got no plan

Stunted growth, pushing prams, got no hope

Vices a chonaíonn a dul é, seachas sin, the cunt can't cope

[Curfá]

Headcase

All over the place

A prescription addiction

And a fall from grace

He's a headcase

All over the place

A prescription addiction

And a fall from grace

[Véarsa 2: Móglái Bap]

Laid back, stressed out overachiever

Stuck to the sofa, dúid mhór mhíofar

Greamaithe i dTír na nÓg, with a young man's fever

Up all night ruminating, seething

’Cause in sa cheantar seo they don’t believe in him

Traochta tinn de seo, má fhágann sé iad seo a déarfadh sé leo

Ní ghlacfaidh sé cac níos mó

Go háirithe ní ghlacfaidh sé cac uait féin no fuck

An saol crua go leor, díreach mar atá

Ní féidir bheith foirfe an t-am ar fad

Caithfidh tú bheith cúramach, gonna go mad

Caithfidh tú bheith airdéallach go fóill bulaí fir keep it up, big man

Harp in his hand, day at the beach with his head in the sand

[Curfá]

Headcase

All over the place

A prescription addiction

And a fall from grace

He's a headcase

All over the place

A prescription addiction

And a fall from grace

[Véarsa 3: Móglái Bap]

Spraoi-thiománaí agus é óg

Líne leictreach crochta le bróg

Sin mar a bhí sé thiar insan lá

Ach anois is ar éigean go bhfágann sé an teach

Sé buailte, cráite

Imithe le buairt is sáite, inchinn leáite

Mothúcháin báite ach ar a laghad white lightning láidir

[Verse 4: Mo Chara]

Buachaillí barr na sráide, fear mire, fear cruaidh, fear láidir

Saighdiúir cider, father fighter

Pockets full of broken lighters

Na fiacla ar an bhealach amach

Na lámha scratching his ballix a lot

Barred from the local

Few pints, got vocal in a blood-stained Celtic top

[Droichead]

Another headcase who lost the plot

Bhí dóchas ann dó ach but now there’s not

Another headcase who lost the plot

Double shots and trouble's all he's got

[Curfá]

Headcase

All over the place

A prescription addiction

And a fall from grace

He's a headcase

All over the place

A prescription addiction

And a fall from grace