War is arising and it's to late
We are controlled by destiny and fate
Our lives we once loved will soon be over
The Irish will rely on the luck of the four-leaf clover
The man with the glasses declared alliance without any guilt
Alliance with the country that stars and stripes built
Were we asked what we wanted? No but he did tell
He told us he was putting us right in the middle of hell
Right in the line of fire
A place we…
