Niall McNamee - The Knowledge

From the bricks to the narrow roads
The wheels always turning as the mixer loads
Dad cashed his payslip on a Kilburn Road for shoes
And plates on the table every night of the week

Saved for and paid for by the Shoulders Creek
Sold off the watch and the odd antique for boots
He was tying ties, hiding lows, building high on housing rows
I know, I know

Walls to paint and to demolish, driving nights to learn the knowledge
I know, I know
You live in the fate of the horse and fools
And he rushed from the moment he downed his tools

So he's back for the banshee and for Fionn MacCool in Bed
And there's pain within those shoulders and there's cuts along that back
There's heart within the pain and there's heart within the brack
Protector and defender by attack and attack and attack

He was tying ties, hiding lows, building high on housing rows
I know, I know
Walls to paint and to demolish, driving nights to learn the knowledge
I know, I know

Now come Sunday morning, he'd go and pick the team
He'd have to grab the whistle cos there's no referee
And he'd run the line as well if he could split into three I'd say
And before the match we'd go into the church for some reason

As if missing it could have an impact on the season
So I'd kneel in my shin pads near a statue of Jesus and play
He was tying ties, hiding lows, building high on housing rows
I know, I know

Walls to paint and to demolish, driving nights to learn the knowledge
I know, I know
He was tying ties, hiding lows, building high on housing rows
I know, I know

Written by:
Niall McNamee

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