"songwriters sometimes take secret revenge 

on people who piss them off

by making them the villain in a song.

I finished this song  on the bus to Letterkenny

after a curt exchange of views with one of 'our brave lads'

at the border with what we laughingly call 'our country'.

Anyway, he ended up in here

along with his sister, the topless model."



The soldier asked my name
and did I come here very often
Well I thought that 
he was asking me to dance
In my holy coat and hat 
and him in his red bonnet
We'd have made a lovely couple
 but we never had the chance

chorus

And now you say 
that you've got to go
Well if you must you must
I suppose that you need the
Sleep of the just

Well it was a powerful day 
and there were black crows in the road
And I kept my strong opinions to my chest
I suppose I should have told them 
that I was on fire for you
When the bus burst into flames outside some place, 
'The Poet's Rest'

(chorus)

A girl woke up in a naked light 
and said "Oh no not again"
He even looked like her brother in the army
but she never mentions him
He'll be tucked up in his bed tonight
with his dirty-pictures girl
Saying, 'You're some mother's daughter you know
or is it immaterial girl?'

Now she's pinned up upon 
the barracks wall in her home town
All the soldiers taking turns with their attentions
And as they speculate what she'd look like
beneath that thin nightgown
His family pride was rising up
as he cast his eyes down

(chorus)