Hosanna Half Way Hanging Songtext
von Aaron McMullan

Off Kilraughts Road, up the sheuch
November souring in your gut
Tape′s all fucked, now Wrote For Luck's unspooling all around you

The withering that wilts the breeze
The cocks that′s carved into the trees
And the reek of all the spit and grease that's pooling all around you

Face kicked halfway off your head
And you said
The things that's hammered me, that′s pinned me to their beds
Glory to all ruination

Glory to all ruination!


The red things where the dead things are
Your man up top the uncle′s car
And was it him was in the UDR?
Or the brother that disowned him?

Stomach chucked up hacks and heaves
The sky all scratched towards the east
Thon boy was in the RUC, but you never woulda known him

The shadows of the summer past still strewn about the stones
Fuck youse all, y'hoors, then
Me and him, we′ll walk alone
'Neath all ruination′s gleaming

Glory unto each cunt who deformed me!
Hail the failing and hail those who warned me!
Things that's grown in the bones of my family!

Your wounds and theirs, they hang above you
Aw you′ve hurt so many ones who loved you
To please a bunch of cunts thought fuck all of you
Cared fuck all for your ruin