Pullin' Teeth

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I was messing at a gathering atop a hill of a

Brisk and shepherds 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 stick your harps up a yipaderry-o

Stubbin' a toe upon a peg by a tent too bent

Outta shape to house the critters

Ye single out the feather of a hat of another

String it to the bow ye stole from another brother

Sometimes ye get lucky (ah ye 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 stick your harps up a yipaderry-o

You tellin' 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 drippin 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 ye can't

You're as flat as a snakes bollo*ks

Ask yourself what you truly want you'd

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 it

He's an Irish man though

So stick your harps up a yipaderry-o