Текст песни 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.