My craic

 

How does it feel; to have never been wrong?

Yours is the odyssey, and oh- it goes on

Clicks and cracks surround their lives

And when they're not looking we're taken their wives

Taken and beaten and hung out to die

All in a day's work for the smiling surprise

Never again will I look over my shoulder

And Never again will I feel any shame

Pain and gain and fame and flame

These compensation for what must be slain

Facing yourself on the day of your death

Bracing yourself for the grey of your breath

Steeling yourself for the edge of the world

trying yourself as your wings unfurled

Its the way a shiver runs down your very back

Every time you see what you lack

And the way all true men must go

If they want to peruse the ruin and the wrack, the slack on your back,

And you must just keep limping along that track

For as long distance goes this isn't the craic