The Year You Were Born

Angus hang up
You're not gonna win like this
Losing your head and losing your grip

Say your goodnights
And head out to the yard
Out by the fence where the birch trees are

If words could explain
There wouldn't be this
Unspeakable pain buried deep in your chest
Get it out angus
Get it out.

They planted a tree
The year you were born
But it grew in a v and it's still only short
Pulled apart and stunted

But it's not like that's you
Or it somehow represents
No, you'll straighten this out and stand tall till the end
Get it out angus
Get it out
Pull it out...
Get the roots
Get it out.

Now, dirt undernails
And a whiskey or two
And we're laughing out loud at all the shit we've been through
Get it out angus
Get it out.