Dropping Names

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slipping through his fingers as she's moving out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well, if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
Well, then you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
A nickname Shamrock, well, my name is not Seamus
Girlies on the tippy because my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houlihee, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak, man, you know I'd be lying
Well, suckers try to bite, yeah, then try to pursue it
Yeah, explain to a musician, them knew it but them can't do