Daggers Drawn
Sandymount strand, well technically no
The faithful ones here have remained just so
Catalog sins inhumanly long
I know where the soap and flowers have gone
Daggers drawn and quartered lawns
Each square for one and none for all
I'm tired of daggers drawn
Four o'clock knock I'm knocking about
There's a blaze inside that I can't boil out
It's never been done; this civilized son
May have to resort to a bow or a gun
Daggers drawn and quartered lawns
Each square for one and none for all
I'm tired of daggers drawn
Making a wish forgetting it twice
Ithaca's far and Nausicaa is nice
Well she's just all right
I want to give in give in so good
Afraid I'll give in the last way I should
Daggers drawn and quartered lawns
Each square for one and none for all
I'm tired of daggers drawn
So tired of daggers drawn
Writer/s: SCOTT MCCAUGHEY
