Drew Dillon - Argument

And this be the verse
Can it honestly get much worse?
I hear it as plain as the parents I see
And I'm Irish born Catholic aged 33
I say Dad, did you just say to vote DUP?

Awk son, he's better than that other eejit
And he'll just suit me fine
He's his eye on the local area
And he seems like a nice enough guy
He'll get things done, make changes
And to some sense I try and grasp
He continued, doesn't have the same
values as the rest of the DUP have

Dad they're horrific and you know how their party feels
And relentlessly fights to put down people like me
I plead and continue
They think people like me are a sin you
Know about their Conscience Clause
I'm angry frustrated and she speaks when I pause

That's alright, that'll do, that's enough son
Please just leave it, you've said your bit, it's done
There's not much about the marriage thing you can do
Sure look, it's not like it's on the table or happening soon for you

We sit in a continued silence
Drowned out by the knives, potatoes, beef, stew violence
Dinners served
But I'm too sick to eat from what I've heard
I'm still digesting his words
I thought they knew me
That they've seen me
That they've tried
But now I was being taken down from the inside

Written by:
Drew Dillon

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