Ears are Prickd Lyrics

Freddie was a window cleaner

Studying philosophy on the side

Playing in a local band

His girlfriend was having their first child

Freddie used for recreation

Till it took him in the night poor Freddie

Davy worked in advertising

Though his heart dropped out long before

He was left a house by a spinster auntie

And very quickly blew it up

He left the gas on during football

Fell asleep and never rose

Poor Davy, poor Dave

It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd

It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick

It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd

I better get my own shit sorted quick who knows

Seamie sang a song for Ireland in the doorway of the Cobblestone

It failed to meet the expectations so he retired for the road

Headed low tucked into shoulders

Can't be seen to sadly show poor Seamie

No shame

I am on a magic wagon travelling to another town

Maybe there I'll hear more stories

About some other fortunate young men

Who knows when you're living in arrears

Who knows when you're living in between the next meal

Who knows when you're living in arrears

Who knows when you're living in between the next meal who knows

It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd

It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick

It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd

It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick

I better get my own shit sorted quick who knows