It's a Sheamus thing
LOBSTER HEAD
A CARROT MAN WHO COULD FIND THE DEAD
You wear your skin likes it's some kind of prize
Too many limes
Too many limes
Oooooh these wars are true and I'll make you be leafs
Ooooooooh
Yeah, you fight for every southern just to breed
Ooooooooh
And you wear your converse well
And I will see you riding straight to hell