Caterpillar In The Sky (Demo)

I went to see a man about a shoebox in Balla,
He said that shoebox contained details
Of my mother's adventures in London Town.
So I packed my suitcase with cheese and ham
And headed down the road
From Newport to Balla
And on the way I thought of how
I came to be in County Mayo.
My mother went to London, aged sixteen.
She met a man, name unknown.
She got pregnant with me
But sadly died during the delivery.
So I was sent back to Mayo
As a poor orphan boy
To be raised by my uncle, James Foy,
A savage brute, cruel and hard,
He used to beat me with the slean
When he came home jarred.

So I parked my Jetta up on a hill
And I headed into Balla for the truth to spill.
I went into a cafe for a wee scone
But when I came out, my Jetta was gone.
So I looked down the hill and what did I see,
An auld man's head stuck under my car's wheel.
And the truth it did dawn,
I forgot to put the cuntin' handbrake on.

I rushed very quickly down the hill,
I saw a man under the wheel with his guts spilled,
And I looked at his face and it looked distraught,
And in his hand was the shoebox I sought.
Its contents were spilled all over the street,
There were photos of the man with my mother, so sweet,
And just when he was about to pass on,
I got a terrible shock when he said the word, "Son."

He pulled me in close to hear his last words,
And these were the words I heard,
I was waiting for something wise and profound,
He said, "Get the handbreak fixed, and then you'll be sound."

And there it was he drew his last breath,
And his face turned the colour of death.
And that's the whole story,
And it's terribly sad,
Of how I slaughtered my own dad.

Shoebox In Balla

A thousand howling dogs in the circuits of your soul,
Another fucking night that is outta control,
At least six hours' solid drinking,
Oh just enough drink to stop you thinking.

Five thousand soldiers on a Saturday night,
Heading into town, looking for a fight,
Their base is empty, the dorms are dead,
There are five thousand soldiers in my head.

I can't go on, I must go on.

I know a tame dog, he was bought by a man,
This man was as kind as the Taliban,
He tied the poor dog to a telegraph-pole,
And I'm still here on the fucking dole.

I can't go on, I must go on.

If all the Greek myths came back again,
MIdas would probably be a simple man,
Icarus stands up, he puts on shades,
But I never learn from my mistakes.

I can't go on, I must go on.

I wish I was John Wayne's silhouette,
Or Scarlett Johannson's cigarette,
Or a great big hole in the Universe,
There goes the Earth in the back of a hearse.

I Can't Go On, I Must Go On

Cardinal Sin and his sidekick priest,
Skulking down dim-lit streets,
With a bag of hard-boiled sweets,
And an old box of Lego.
Cardinal Sin doesn't empathise,
You can see it in his beady eyes,
He got a good deal on his soul,
He got the power of mind-control.

Cardinal Sin, Cardinal Sin.

He met the devil by the chapel bell,
And he sold him the keys to Hell,
He said, "You'll sit at my right hand,
And spread your darkness across the land!"
Cardinal Sin is saying Mass,
Instead of incense he's burning grass,
He has to stock up on the Holy Bread,
Cause stoned parishoners need to be fed.

Cardinal Sin, Cardinal Sin.

The ringtone on his mobile phone
Is 'Sympathy for the Devil' by the Rolling Stones,
He's got the number for a guy who deals coke,
He's the main supplier to the Holy Pope.
Cardinal Sin is depraved and base,
But you can never tell by the look on his face,
Charming old ladies with his Cheshire grin
And his hands on their purses.

Cardinal Sin, Cardinal Sin.

Televised Banana

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