Zane McWilliams - Irish Goodbyes (Lefferts Garden, Brooklyn)

After birth of beer
Hanging out in hotel mirrors
Moon rolling over like
A bitch dog in heat

I ain't never been baptized
All my strung out alibis
Lord, I don't want to die uninsured

All the stadium lights
going out like suicides
Lord, tell me where to go
Where to go from here

I can stand to reason
it don't take long to fall
My deaf hands go leaning
against the wall

I can see the guns between the trees
Just tell me something I can believe

All this chuckle fucking
I'm holding out for nothing
Just Irish goodbyes
Just Irish goodbyes

Written by:
Zane McWilliams

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