Fish - Slainte Mhath Lyrics
A hand held over a candle in angst-fuelled bravadoA carbon trail scores a moist stretched palmTrapped in the indecision of another fine menuAnd you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so farThis is the story so farShuffling your memories dealing your doodles in marginsYou scrawl out your poems across a beer-mat or twoAnd when you declare the point of grave creationThey turn round and ask you to tell them the story so farThis is the story so farAnd you listen with a tear in your eyeTo their hopes and betrayals and your only replyIs slinte mhathPrinces in exile raising the standard drambuieParading their anecdotes tired from old campaignsHolding their own last orders commanding attentionWe sit here and listen to all of the story so farThis is the story so farTake it away, take it away, take it away, take me awayFrom the dreams on the barbed wire at flanders and bilston glenFrom a clydesdale that rusts from the tears of its broken menFrom the realisation that all weve been left behindIs to stand like our fathers before us in the firing lineWaiting on the whistle to blow, we stand here waitingOn the whistle to blowThey promised us miracles, and the whistle still blowsBroken promises, and the whistle still blowsThe whistle still blows
