The Last Time I Went Home
I just can’t let this feeling go

Oh Father you meant everything to me now I’m sitting with your Grandson
I haven’t seen you since the tag tied to your feet and I wish that I could say hello
I remember all them stories about the jungle and your teeth as you took a bullet for us all

Now the headlines shing from the TV bright
Kim Kardashian trying to get her ass right
The whole world is in the air
I felt the old man in my bones
The last time I went home

I’m running like a greyhound across the Orgill fields following scent but I don’t know where it’s from
And I don’t want to take off my Sellafield socks and shoes cos my Father stole them when I was blonde
I’m still eating in the old St Bridgets school canteen, Mrs McAteer was second to none

None the President tweets from the toilet bowl
Funny when you lie you lose it all
Buildings on fire and police are gone
I felt the old man in my bones, the last time I went home
Never thought I would fly like a bird with my children and my country eyes
But I found my wings back in the town I was born and now I’m the king of the sky
I’m the lord of the howling wind
The sultan of the Irish sea
I’m the emperor of the fire within
I felt it in my bones
The last time I went home