Freddie was a window cleaner
Studying philosophy on the side
Playing in a local band
His girlfriend was having their first child
Freddie used for recreation
Till it took him in the night poor Freddie
Davy worked in advertising
Though his heart dropped out long before
He was left a house by a spinster auntie
And very quickly blew it up
He left the gas on during football
Fell asleep and never rose
Poor Davy, poor Dave
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
I better get my own shit sorted quick who knows
Seamie sang a song for Ireland in the doorway of the Cobblestone
It failed to meet the expectations so he retired for the road
Headed low tucked into shoulders
Can't be seen to sadly show poor Seamie
No shame
I am on a magic wagon travelling to another town
Maybe there I'll hear more stories
About some other fortunate young men
Who knows when you're living in arrears
Who knows when you're living in between the next meal
Who knows when you're living in arrears
Who knows when you're living in between the next meal who knows
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick
I better get my own shit sorted quick who knows