Said Samson To Goliath - Ricky Warwick

Jesus this is heavy, I’m gonna need a hand

Here taking in the vicious sun, I can hardly frigging stand

There was a time Goliath, when the black stuff hit the glass

I go out at night, slaying philistines

With a jawbone of an ass

Then this hellish job came, in the east end of the town

My name’s mud around the Holylands

So I couldn’t turn it down

They didn’t mention wages, they said the work was hard

They said one thing’s for sure son, you’ll be high up in the yard

Who built a new tomorrow, who never moved an inch

Who sliced their veins to save you, who just refused to flinch

Who cast a father’s shadow, who gave up on his toil

Who stopped your blood from flowing, into the Ulster soil

But they’d hijack all the buses, blow the shit out of this town

Fill my nose with smoke and vitriol

For the Shamrock or the Crown

So I end up staying good here, at the far end of the dock

Stood poker stiff in terror, and speechless from the shock

In blood up to my ankles, I’d watch them die in vain

At night the tears of grief I’d cry, they’d just pass off as rain

Who built a new tomorrow, who never moved an inch

Who sliced their veins to save you, who just refused to flinch

Who cast a father’s shadow, who gave up on his toil

Who stopped your blood from flowing, into the Ulster soil

Look I’m as hard as nails big man, I’ve had my share of kills

I’ve seen all the graveyards, that decorate these hills

Too many children’s windmills, too many mother’s sons

But maybe now Goliath, there just burying their guns

I’ve learned that nothing is what it seems

On the streets of this old town

I’ve learn to rise above the clouds, and never once look down