This is a song about "Sinead o connor"

There must be another route, way out

I drop o after o of the loud,

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o

Unless they o d like heath ledger

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I said i'm hurting her

Mother, o my mother!

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Mother, o my mother

The only time i flirt with her

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.