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.