[Intro]
What's happening', a cairde Gael? Kneecap here
What's Happening', this song is called 'Glue man'. It's a song we never planned on releasing, but our manager Daniel Lambert fucking loves it, so this ones for him
And we wanna say a big thank you and go raibh maith agat to everybody buying the album. Yup keep er lit!
[Chorus]
He's a glue man
He's a glue man
He's a glue man
He's a glue man
He's a glue man
He's a glue man
He's a glue...
Yes, He's a glue man
Likes it far more better than the rest
It keeps his mind away from the stress
He's a pawn but no one's even playing chess
Yes, he's a glue man
Never asked for anything else
Keeps himself to himself
But at the first glance
He's got a knife man, run when you get a chance
[Verse 1 - Móglaí Bap]
He had a good life
Pair of kids, big house and a nice wife
And the coffee machine that made it just right
Everything in line until that one night, one night
He got a free bet, and lost it all in a minute
Next thing bank account gone down the drain with it
He's livid, he's puffing inhaler, he can barely breathe
Sir, just wishing he could
Teach suas an mathair [?]
And next year he'll be turning forty
And he doesn't seem to mind about money or age
But all he does now is sit on his Facebook page
And he's scrolling, thinking of all the money that he's owing
Don't know if he's coming, or he's going
The next the you know, the bank's on the phone
And he's out on his own and the missus is moaning
[Verse 2 - DJ Próvaí]
His name's Mickey and the boy's tricky
Kicked pricks in the dick when he was a sticky
Now an outcast, a tout cast judgement on his past activities
Last man standing, now the cunt's got no knees
Pity, he used to be a big man round the city
Wore suit and tie, shoes shined, looking pretty
Now he huffs glue, lips all blue
Doesn't know what to do, piss running down his shoe and
He took his last hit, quarter past five and his eyes rolled back he never looked more alive before he died
And then a doctor stuck a needle in his thigh
And his heart jumped, blood pumped through him and he rised
Cos Sticky Mickey's never gonna die
Sticky Mickey's never gonna die
Sticky Mickey's never gonna die
[Chorus]
Yes, He's a glue man
Likes it far more better than the rest
It keeps his mind away from the stress
He's a pawn but no one's even playing chess
Yes, he's a glue man
Never asked for anything else
Keeps himself to himself
But at the first glance
He's got a knife man, run when you get a chance
[Verse 3 - Mo Chara]
Glue man
Gach [?]
A regular at the SOS food van
He's fucked, stomach pumped, get some soup and
Feels worse now, cos he spent all his brew man
Ag iarradh fos gu an [?] anocht
But he'll not sleep now, cos he's sobered up
Mala codalta ag inneal bank paper cup
So [?] cupla punt to afford to get drunk
Ag smaoineadh ce mhead
Cos its a blowy windy [?]
You don't need K
A bheith is thart except God on this holy day
So he's praying amarach [?] se
[American Tourist]
I know, but what are they sniffing, what is that?
[The lads]
Glue, glue!
[American Tourist]
What kind of glue? Elmer's glue?
[The lads]
Workman's glue, you know like a workman would use
That's to give you a great buzz, that is
[Chorus]
Yes, He's a glue man
Likes it far more better than the rest
It keeps his mind away from the stress
He's a pawn but no one's even playing chess
Yes, he's a glue man
Never asked for anything else
Keeps himself to himself
But at the first glance
He's got a knife man, run when you get a chance
