Slainte Mhath Lyrics - Fish

A hand held over a candle in angst-fuelled bravado 

A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm 

Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu 

And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far 

This is the story so far 

Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins 

You scrawl out your poems across a beer-mat or two 

And when you declare the point of grave creation 

They turn round and ask you to tell them the story so far 

This is the story so far 

And you listen with a tear in your eye 

To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply 

Is slinte mhath 

Princes in exile raising the standard drambuie 

Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns 

Holding their own last orders commanding attention 

We sit here and listen to all of the story so far 

This is the story so far 

Take it away, take it away, take it away, take me away 

From the dreams on the barbed wire at flanders and bilston glen 

From a clydesdale that rusts from the tears of it's broken men 

From the realisation that all we've been left behind 

Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line 

Waiting on the whistle to blow, we stand here waiting 

On the whistle to blow 

They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows 

Broken promises, and the whistle still blows 

The whistle still blows