California House by The Payroll Union Lyrics

A firebell acts as a wedding chime and then
The fiddler strikes a tune in California House
The pale white Irish skin pressed underneath his chin
The sound of volleys from South and 8th commence

Underneath this boarding house
The gambling tables turn to reveal
Ammunition for the fight
This is all we have to survive here

The competition for the hours at the mill
The dexterous uses of a brickbat in your hand
The song strikes up again from Irish lore they sing
The Hearts of Oak who beat their landlord to a pulp

The burning barrel lights
Filled up with tar and spite
The gas lights fireworks
That give the crowd a cheer

The fire company
Aims all its energy
At the adjacent buildings
Anything but us
No mercy
The ashes in his hands where we did drink and dance
The place that we once knew as California House