The Union The Glorious Sons

When we were kids
We'd throw rocks at cars
And smoke our mother's cigarettes
After dark, in the park
And I remember picking butts up off the
Dirty ground
Smoking them just the same as Ma's
When we ran out
And I ripped my heart from beneath my ribs
And lay there bleeding out in my hands
And I'd give a piece to each of my friends
Just to know they understand

That I'd never join the union
'Cause I never wanted it easy
No, I'd never join the union
'Cause I'd never wanted it easy

There's a pretty little city towering over the sea
And the little yellow house
Falling down on Inglis Street
There's a few good men who know who I am
And who I am not
And I rip my heart from beneath my rib
And I lie there bleeding out in my hands
And I give a piece to you my friend
Just to know you understand