Paddy Considine
Local H Lyrics


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(x2)
I ain't of the mind that Paddy Considine
Is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs

In my mind I talk to Paddy Considine
And it always goes something like this

The kids in my hood, they're up to no good

Tell me, Paddy, what to do in an age of no pity?
From that young Irish face to that dude who plays bass
They're bringing baseball bats down to stroller city

(x2)
I ain't of the mind that Paddy Considine
Is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs

The bums and punks and drunks sift through my junk
I hear stories about last night's meat train
I never thought I'd see the day when the white man has no say
Tell me, Paddy, how do we get our country out of the crapper?

That fat, pink fuck is crying on TV again
He's got the persecution complex of a coked up rapper

I ain't of the mind (x4)

Well, it's a hot summer, someone could get hurt
And it's a hot summer and people get hurt
Well, it's a hot summer, hot, hot
And it's a hot summer, people get hurt

I'll take you out first (x2)

Well, it's a hot summer, someone could get hurt
And it's a hot summer, people get hurt
Well, it's a hot summer, hot, hot
And it's a hot summer, people get hurt

I'll take you out first
There's blood for your thirst

And, Paddy, it's all just a matter of time before you get your ass kicked
When you're walking a straight line from the bar to your goddamn house
But living's just not worth it when you live like a mouse
Am I right, Paddy?

I, I ain't of the mind that Paddy Considine
Is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs
I ain't of the mind that Paddy Considine
Is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs





Much less some pussy like you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Local H's song Paddy Considine discusses the state of the world and the singer's frustration with the people and their actions. The singer believes that Paddy Considine, known for his tough roles in movies, would not take any nonsense from the conspiracy of toughs in the singer's neighborhood. From the kids up to no good to the people wielding baseball bats in stroller city, the singer feels helpless and is seeking guidance from Paddy on how to deal with it. The singer also expresses his disgust towards the persecution complex of a "coked-up rapper" and a "fat, pink fuck" crying on TV.


As the song progresses, the tone changes and becomes more violent. The singer states that it's a hot summer, and someone could get hurt before repeating the same line, but replacing someone with people. The singer then says that he will take Paddy out first, and there's blood for his thirst. The ending of the song concludes with a rhetorical question, asking Paddy if living life like a mouse is worth it, and reiterating that he is not of the mind that Paddy Considine would tolerate any behavior from those conspiring toughs.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't of the mind that Paddy Considine Is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs
I don't believe that Paddy Considine would tolerate being bullied by anyone or any group.


In my mind I talk to Paddy Considine And it always goes something like this
In my imagination, I have conversations with Paddy Considine about the problems in my community.


The kids in my hood, they're up to no good Tell me, Paddy, what to do in an age of no pity? From that young Irish face to that dude who plays bass They're bringing baseball bats down to stroller city
The youth in my neighborhood are causing trouble and violence. I wonder how to fix this without any empathy or assistance. Even those who seem harmless are joining in on the violent behavior.


The bums and punks and drunks sift through my junk I hear stories about last night's meat train I never thought I'd see the day when the white man has no say Tell me, Paddy, how do we get our country out of the crapper?
Homeless people, delinquents, and drunkards go through my belongings. I hear rumors about horrific events. I feel like the white man is losing his influence. I ask Paddy for help on improving our nation's situation.


That fat, pink fuck is crying on TV again He's got the persecution complex of a coked up rapper
A certain person is repeatedly crying on TV and always feels like a victim, even though they are privileged. They remind me of a rapper on cocaine who is always paranoid.


Well, it's a hot summer, someone could get hurt And it's a hot summer and people get hurt Well, it's a hot summer, hot, hot And it's a hot summer, people get hurt I'll take you out first (x2)
Summer is a dangerous time that often results in injuries. I am willing to resort to violence and harm others if it means protecting myself.


There's blood for your thirst And, Paddy, it's all just a matter of time before you get your ass kicked When you're walking a straight line from the bar to your goddamn house But living's just not worth it when you live like a mouse Am I right, Paddy?
I offer my help to satisfy your violent desires. I believe that even Paddy will eventually get beaten up just by walking straight home from the bar. It's not fulfilling to live in constant fear like a coward. Do you agree, Paddy?


I, I ain't of the mind that Paddy Considine Is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs I ain't of the mind that Paddy Considine Is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs Much less some pussy like you
I'm still convinced that Paddy wouldn't let himself be threatened by anyone, especially not by someone as weak as you.




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