(+1 = The Sum of All My Friends) –
The industrialisation of the national music scene has been a complete failure.
lyrics
This one comes apart after the end
+1 is the sum of all my friends
Nothing that a sequel could do
To keep me becoming more like you
A red hand, the only way they could get out
Well trained, taught me how to twist and shout
A red rope wrapped around your daughter’s head
It was six months til we found out she was dead
Now it doesn’t matter what nialler9’ll say / he’ll never take you on his holidays
And there’s nothing Pat Short can do / that’ll get your kids home safe from school
They pushed him down the river styx / cause he couldn’t be buried in the mix
When you slipped and broke your favourite song / your mother held you all night
Mama said don’t you worry son / Mama said son my child your something else
Mama said don’t you worry son / Mamamamamamamamamama said something else, else
Mama said don’t you worry son / Mama said son my child now you’ll go far
Mama said crucify my son / now cut the cord and tell these children
Why it’s so bright in these small enterprises / Whey it’s so white when this thing magnetises
Shed skin not light, anything to get a rise / this skin’s not right, let the brand cauterize
A veil set alight / a corpse make-up bride at vintage price
Charlie’s electric light / hangs over the camp while they spray for lice
What if there’s blight / and it makes you sick to eat Damien Rice
What if they’re right / and this is Eamonn Andrews’ life
Why it’s so white in these small enterprises / Whey it’s so bright when this thing magnetises
Shed skin not light, anything to get a rise / this skin’s not right, let the brand cauterize
Fly tipping wasp waiters / great famine small potatoes / My father built your craters
Fly tipping wasp waiters / great famine small potatoes / My father built your craters
Now sing for me now / I like this song / But I don’t need it / I can see what’s going on from here