Brother, brother, can’t you see?
The path that you’ve chosen will lead you to misery
Brother, brother, emergency
The road that you’re bound on will lead you to misery
You say you’re free and you do what you want, push love aside as you follow the pun
Your addictions ruling you, peace not the choice you even choose
You cast the blame on the world outside, yet you’re the one who chose to hide You’re always free to take my hand
It’s the time of year that I pull out my Irish music and celebrate St. Patrick, a Christian man that sought to bring the Gospel to the barbarians and see them come to know Jesus. Flatfoot 56 is one of my favorite bands from my college years. Irish punk, but an underbelly of Christian theology.