Chest Hair

He used to live with a knife in the wall

Blonde to the bone, liked to piss out the door

Maidens of Eire licked his arse every day

Thought he could talk, just had nothing to say

He loved to say "Don't you know who you are?"

Wrote poetry, Morrisey, Johnny Marr

He tried to tell us all

That we were going to fall

If we didn't change our ways

Tried to pretend it was all just a phase

Then Kieran said to his face from a far

Look at the circle on our calendar

You know that that's the day

When you'll be gone away

We're kicking you right out of here

So time to go, pack your bags, shed a tear

Yeah! You're gone

Yeah! You're gone

Yeah! You're gone

Yeah! You're gone