I suppose there's an ounce of proof in the plan
When side by side are the lion, the lamb,
Drawn into step by the military band
You're a long time alive
Though it's not what they say.
You can't hear the bleat for the rattling roar,
And nobody sees you anymore.

I suppose I must sidle, and come on like a ghoul,
Remember the leper of the primary school?
Out in the alleyway leering like a fool
You're a long time alive
Though it's not what they say.
The laughter you fake and the liberties take
When nobody sees you anymore.

I suppose I should've listened when the older one told me,
There's more to this living than drinking your hold
As we sat in the bowels of The Loughrey unfolding
He told me for a seven, he told me “Anyway, you're a long time alive, and for that you must pay.”
In my soft drunk shoe, all my pennies were through,
And nobody sees you anymore.


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