Slainthe Mhath Songtext
von Fish

A hand held over a candle, an axe to bravado
A carbon trail, scores of moist stretched palms
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 and margins
You scrawl out your poems across a beer mat or two
And when you declare the point of grave creation
They′ll 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 Sláinte


Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie
Parading their anecdotes, tired from old campaigns
Holding their own lost daughters, commanding attention
We shall 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
Give me away, give me away, give me away
Give me away, give me away

From the dreams on the barbed wire, thunder's distant gleam
From a clydeside that rusts in the tears of its broken men
From a realization that all we′ve been left behind
It still stands like a phallus 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
Waiting on the whistle to blow
We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow
We stand here, oh, we stand here always waiting
Waiting on the whistle to blow