Angels pressed into hands on chains,
Blazing green grass running and stumbling over,
Church as a tourist attraction ‘Have you seen the speed of the Our Father?’
Dad doesn’t come here, he's too English for it he doesn’t like the-
Eyes of cows staring through the window of the old house only lowing for a laugh.
Fake your way through the rellies house,
‘God I've had no time for that with my studies, yes still at a catholic school’
Hail the new car through the blind spot that goes 70 down one way
In the pub old lads only getting older in flat caps drinking old maid in maroon
Jerseys slapped with GAA stating your side of the fence.
Keep holding on to the way it used to be. Keep praying they don’t leave it all to you
Leccy fences, long stares and that roof needs doing so I’ll fetch the good ladder
Mother the fire, make the dinner, try not to fix that damn wall
Now that’s the last of the Dively's gone to Australia or Canada or down 6ft
Oh don’t worry granny gets messages every week.
Play that one we like, now c'mon you’ve got a lovely loud voice.
Quietly go mad where your grandad was born, no tv no phone only
Radio turned up at the 6 o'clock obituaries, meet a family member for the first time dead
Sure doesn’t she look like she's sleeping? and wasn’t the service lovely? here have some more
Tea and egg sandwiches or brandy if your so inclined don’t tell your mother
Under a tin roof, on top of the tractor, waving to the heavens to try to reach signal
Vent your frustrations to your dip dyed cousin over a snide toitín in the garage giggling
‘Well I can’t wait to get out of here, you’ve no idea how good you’ve got it
X-mas is always so depressing round here I had to kill a lame horse last year’
‘You'll miss it when your older!’ the chorus on the phone tree cries
Zip back off back to where you come from; home is debateable.
