Pullin’ Teeth

I was messing at a gathering atop a hill of a brisk and shepherd's morning
Air so cold you could crack it on a knee
I train the eye like an eagle and watch the creatures flee one by one

Sometimes, you get lucky
Sometimes, they'll disappear back up their own arse if it's not too mucky
If you're lucky

So smug and busy
Just another suit-yourself is he
He's an irish man though
So smug and busy
Just another suit-yourself is he
He's an irish man though
So stick your harps up a yipaderry-o

Stubbin' a toe upon a peg by a tent too bent out of shape to house the critters
You single out the feather of a hat of another
String it to the bow you stole from another brother

Sometimes, you get lucky (ay, you would)
Sometimes, they'll disappear back up their own arse if it's not too mucky
If you're lucky

So smug and busy
Just another suit-yourself is he
He's an irish man though
So smug and busy
Just another suit-yourself is he
He's an irish man though

You telling me how you feel
Is not why I have my walls up
The further out the wings you get
The closer you become instead
You telling me how you feel

Gold celtic sauce dripping glaze from a rusty old face of a fireplace
Jetblack anorak covered up panic attack
Mouthpiece for the righteous
But not a single word or act that tells me you stand with the gracious at all
Dressed the part, but yet to play the part
So rise up I say, but you can't
You're as flat as a snake's bollocks
Ask yourself what you truly want
You'll be sad first but sad less
What are you so afraid of?

You telling me how you feel

So smug and busy
Just another suit-yourself is he
He's an irish man though
So stick your harps up a yipaderry-o