Small Boats (feat. Danny Muldoon)

He was just a Brendan

So proud of Irish roots

But Connelly and MacDonough

Not fit to lick their boots

From simple disagreements

To neighbourhood disputes, you'd hear him shouting from the rooftops

"Send in the bloody troops"

He has his fixed opinions

He could not quite express

He’d rather parrot bullshit

Or take a wild guess

Hey

And parrot he would frequently

Like a birdy in a cage

A voiceless, useless, flightless thing perpetuating rage

Small boats going one way

Small boats coming back

The ones that you were proud of

The ones that you’d attack

Get yourself on front row

Popcorn and a drink

Settle down and watch those bastards sink

She’s a simple Yorkshire lass

Says it as she sees

Longing for the old pound note and broke down Ford Capris

With a whiff of German perfume

And stale Austrian cheese

There she'll be, Glock 33

With welcome down the quays

The closer they to poverty

The nearer they to debt

The more she’d like to trap them all

In some ungodly net

Hey

Till the only thing that she can try

To get her off to sleep

Is counting children perishing

And dinghies sinking deep

Small boats going one way

Small boats coming back

The ones that you were proud of

The ones that you'd attack

Get yourself on front row

Popcorn and a drink

Settle down and watch those bastards sink

Independent thinking

Intrinsic to these lands

It gets us learning languages

Listening to new bands

But smaller boats and bigger boats

Landing on these sands

Trigger something no one understands

Small boats going one way

Small boats coming back

The ones that you were proud of

The ones that you'd attack

Get yourself on front row

Popcorn and a drink

Settle down and watch those bastards sink