Violet Gibson

There are many ways to go mad I go out to Rome With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag And I shoot Mussolini in the nose I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth I simply saw a bad egg and I thought I'd take the bad egg out I fired twice, I didn't fire right And they dragged me through the town And the fascist dictator carried on And on and I went down Down and down and then down more They hurt me in and out Half had half mad An ignorant tourist An old Irish hag They called me all sorts But I moved in silence For the love o' truth not violence And I'm mad an' I know People don't really change, I suppose They just go a little bad when they go They locked me up in a Northampton house Where I feed a Northampton boar And I lost the reasons why I think I'm a violet, I was never a rose I've been 29 years here I'm not ready to be here anymore See me back on Merrion Square Where in spring the violets still grow I moved in silence For the love o' truth not violence And I'm mad an' I know People don't really change, I suppose They just go a little bad when they go There are many ways to go mad I go out to Rome With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag And I shoot Mussolini in the nose I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth I simply saw a bad egg and I thought I'd take the bad egg out