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"ANCHOR ME PITY"
My dad comes home with his dirty boots on
And makes for the whiskey and sits with my mom
My dad comes home with a bottle of wine
Then we jump in his car and we're off to dine
My dad comes home all beatin' and broke
But he has for us stories and wisdom and jokes
And my dad comes home with gifts in his hands
He tells us of college and start making plans
Inside or outside, it's cold and it's wet
And you had to be drunk just to sleep in that bed
We sat and sipped brandy and the fires ablaze
The drift's at the window it's been snowing for days
I shriek at the thought of tomorrow my god
I'm to kiss an aristocrats' arse for a job
I shriek at the thought of tomorrow tonight
I'm obligated to interview benders and skytes
I offered myself to the city for pay
To dirty my hands where the rich people play
The likes of you and this proper place
Will send us in droves for far away
You and yours, you and yours find a place
The hideaway and perfect your race
If the world were fit for yours and mine
The walls would be smashed and the bridges would bind
The morning bells ring and the fairest of times
Birds are all singin' and the sun lights the sky
Flowers bloom through the frost an the trees they go green
In winter and summer they're finally freed
The games and the matches they all end in ties
And there's snow on the ground and there's stars in the sky
Romantics are home and their splashing their wine
The bachelors are out at the pubs for a pint
The black and the whites and the hispanics unite
And the coppers and doctors had no work for the night
The damned and the prisoners had time to repent
And the cynics are smiling and laughing again
Our dead and our bills are the furthest from mind
Cause sorting is sorting an it ain't sorting time
The paddys and pollocks are drinkin' the cheer
There's no shouting or fighting just buckets of beer
The world is at ease and the pain is at rest
If I awake from this dream I'd wish I was dead
