| Jesus this is heavy, I’m gonna need a hand
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| Here taking in the vicious sun, I can hardly frigging stand
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| There was a time Goliath, when the black stuff hit the glass
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| I go out at night, slaying philistines
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| With a jawbone of an ass
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| Then this hellish job came, in the east end of the town
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| My name’s mud around the Holylands
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| So I couldn’t turn it down
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| They didn’t mention wages, they said the work was hard
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| They said one thing’s for sure son, you’ll be high up in the yard
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| Who built a new tomorrow, who never moved an inch
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| Who sliced their veins to save you, who just refused to flinch
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| Who cast a father’s shadow, who gave up on his toil
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| Who stopped your blood from flowing, into the Ulster soil
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| But they’d hijack all the buses, blow the shit out of this town
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| Fill my nose with smoke and vitriol
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| For the Shamrock or the Crown
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| So I end up staying good here, at the far end of the dock
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| Stood poker stiff in terror, and speechless from the shock
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| In blood up to my ankles, I’d watch them die in vain
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| At night the tears of grief I’d cry, they’d just pass off as rain
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| Who built a new tomorrow, who never moved an inch
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| Who sliced their veins to save you, who just refused to flinch
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| Who cast a father’s shadow, who gave up on his toil
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| Who stopped your blood from flowing, into the Ulster soil
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| Look I’m as hard as nails big man, I’ve had my share of kills
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| I’ve seen all the graveyards, that decorate these hills
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| Too many children’s windmills, too many mother’s sons
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| But maybe now Goliath, there just burying their guns
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| I’ve learned that nothing is what it seems
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| On the streets of this old town
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| I’ve learn to rise above the clouds, and never once look down |