it's frustrating
but what can you do? 
nothing worth saying
is worth singing out of tune 

'cuz it's summer in Ulster
and they're marching on by 
oh we're drunk off our asses
sitting inside

got two friends
and a bottle of wine 
let's borrow some chords
and pass the time 

'cuz it's summer in Ulster 
and they're marching on by 
we're drunk off our asses 
sitting inside

Song For Alan

when the sun sets
on this valley 
I'll be cold and wet
my limp body

when it's done and through 
will I care what they called me? 
in my unmarked grave
under shadows in the valley

untitled

Lost in a mountain of folds
this hill which we stand grows old 
those boys that we sent to keep those men wet
those things that they do to get close to you 

lost in a mountain of folds 
this hill which we stand grows old
those men that we sent to keep those boys wet 
those things that the do to get close to you

Trenches

catch glimpses through a pinhole 
as I'm melting in my sheets 

visions of the world 
and I don't like what I see 

a monstrous world 
baring it's teeth
licking it's chops
and staring at me 

staring through me 

staring through me 
staring through me
staring through me 

don't want to get eaten by the world 
don't want to get eaten by the world
why get eaten by the world?

I'd rather be eaten by me 
(until end)

W.C Unplugged

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