Saoirse

Do you have a friend called Saoirse?

Saoirse!

Flew too far from the nest

Across the n11

To the park by the bench

Felt like miles but it was minutes

To a vet

Different for a child

Who would leg it every step

That he get

Toss the g

Its the cops

Its the season of rot

Every apple tree getting

Squeezed for a drop

And if that didnt work

We were fishing by the shops

Dont need a bait just a mate

With a lot a

Confidence

Offer him cash for a drag

Cigarettes coughing hit

The last of a man

Is necking cider

On the tracks of the train

Whats inside here is the masses of pain

But when youre 16 only cared

Bout youre mates

Didnt care about my grades

But a minute past 8

I was late

I was late

Chorus

The kids are screaming Saoirse

But no one's seen her in a couple months

Your still so young, is it so wrong

For me to go home?

Mr solo

So long

Last child syndrome

Guess the rubber didnt fit'm

Best mistake you ever had

Cry's for attention

But the adult's are drinking

I was mad as an infant

But sad as a man

Bad as it is, I thought God was the plan

Born to a land where the church and the bar

Was a stone's throw

Make friends with the hobo

Outside the offo

The No—go place was my mates

Cause he smoked those gold

That he robbed from his Ma

When she spoke on the phone

One just to try

Two for the road, three she would've noticed then

The four of us are smoked, boasting to bro

I flew like a crow

Tried to make a friend but the bastard went home