Opens his hand, reads his name, grabs the bottle
And swallows again.

Thinks of the wife he's left behind, touches the photo
And closes his eyes.
Thinks of the time where he walked from the street
Under the light and killed a man dead.

A chroí, A chroí, A chroí dearg, stad do bhualadh,
tá mé gan dóchas
A chroí, A chroí, A chroí dearg, stad do bhualadh,
tá mé gan dóchas

Whiskey burned memories come crashing to the floor
For each one that's gone there's twenty-five
More that'll Burn him
And crush him right through to the core
He's filled with the thoughts of those gone before

He opens his mouth
And all that comes out is a fractured song
From a fractured heart
He grabs the bottle and swallows again
Picks up the blade that's singin' his name

A chroí, A chroí, A chroí dearg, stad do bhualadh,
tá mé gan dóchas
A chroí, A chroí, A chroí dearg, stad do bhualadh,
tá mé gan dóchas

Whiskey burned memories come crashing to the floor
For each one that's gone there's twenty-five
More that'll burn him
And crush him right through to the core
He's filled with the thoughts of those gone before