Текст Damien Rice – Me, My Yoke, And I

My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya come

My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya look

My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going under
My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going understand

My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break ya
My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break your wall

I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad
Like a big dog
I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad
Like a big dog, yeah

‘Cause my god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod

For Fishing, fishing, fishing
Fishing, fishing, fishing yeah

My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya come

My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya look

My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going under
My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going understand

My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break ya
My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break your wall

I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad
Like a big dog
I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad
Like a big dog, yeah

‘Cause my god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod

For Fishing, fishing, fishing
Fishing, fishing, fishing, yeah

Won’t you beat my, Won’t you beat my, Won’t you beat my, Won’t you beat my…
Won’t you read my, Won’t you read my, Won’t you read my, Won’t you read my book…

Fishing, fishing, fishing
Fishing, fishing, fishing, yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah