I have a haunted soul.
I’ve been hiding all day.
I’ve been hiding for years.
Safely hidden from sight.
For I cast shadows at night.

I am hiding from life.
The trouble and strife.
Self-medicate for some high life.
But I have learned foresight.
I cast shadows at night.

Brendan Grace.
Your a bit of a nutcase.
With your beardy face.
Comedy at the coalface.
Impossible to replace,
This 40 year showcase.

A man from the Liberty’s
With Bottler properties.
A purveyor of the Craic.
Father Ted’s Father Stack.

An absolute legend.

Your ears are here for a check-up.
And I am proud to help warm up,
For the man who won’t grow up.
Comedy legend Brendan Grace.

Massive unemployment.
Can’t pay the rent.
A feeling that we all might share.
I don’t care.

I’m a 90’s reject.
I’m the usual suspect.
I’m a man on the run.
And I’m still having fun.
I’m keeping pace.
First place in the I don’t care race.

Still getting drunk.
Social welfare slam dunk.
Ain’t got any baggage.
Too poor to have afforded a mortgage.
And thank fuck for that.
I’m still at where its at.

I’ll see you at the bar.
Smiling from afar.
Its nice to share.
I don’t care.

Ever since world war two,
The planet is turned by an American screw.
Churning out your version of democracy.
An evil bureaucracy rife with hypocrisy.
What can an ordinary person do?

They get you one way or the other.
Have the planet on a skewer.
Cold war, Korea, Vietnam.
Follow history but don’t understand.
Unnecessary wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Drone strikes in Yemen and Pakistan.
Absolutely no respect for our fellow man.
What about the shame that is Palestine Israel?
Trade deals and embargoes that bring utter hell.

But the high tide mark has come and gone.
We are on to the American loaded gun.
You are aware of our dignified existence.
For we are united in our resistance.