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Funeral Sessions
A Lazarus Soul
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Son I'm only passing through, I just dropped by to pay
My respects to an old friend who passed away
Tell your Ma, Iโll see her after, I'm not hanging round this place
The temptation is too much for me to take
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When they found him, he was still
Stone cold on St. Michael's hill
He scored bad gear in Henrietta Place
All the drunkards they stay local
All the junkies go to town
So I took my second chance & I got out
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Son Iโm straight but it ain't great, I'm barely getting by
With the boys I ran with dropping off like flies
I'm cosying a taxi in the midland afternoons
And delivering their takeaways at night
Well they're making their confessions
In the lounge at funeral sessions
There's only so much sorrow you can drown
Leaves a trace, does the dark years
On the hard faces of your peers
Only ever leave the stool when it's their round
Still I miss waking up to find the horses in the garden
Close the gate, they'll eat your Motherโs flowers
Summer evenings on the avenue
Playing squares and path to pavement
A few tins with Sylvesterโs & the Powers
Son I best be going, I don't know when Iโll rise again
Son I'm sorry that our prospects are so bleak
A funeral's a sad excuse to see your only son
But I'll be back to my old tricks within a week
In my head on a clear day
I hear my late great father say
You come from here you only got three routes
Be a drunkard & stay local
Be a gear head, go to town
Or you take your second chance & you get out
All the drunkards they stay local
All the junkies go to town
So I took my second chance & I got out
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