There was a banshee rotting in Kelly's field

It's gone now because banshees, well...

There used to be banshees in Kelly's field

Mainly one banshee

But the builders are after building houses

And soccer pitches in Kelly's field

So the banshees are now going down

To Kelly's field in Moyross...

Well there's loads of banshees down in erm...

The dumb field, and erm... in erm....

Delis as well...

There's the headless coachman down there...

The headless horseman

The headless horseman was probably fighting

With a banshee, and he died...

Still on the quest for the snakes under me bed

Botchin' a good old kip for the head

And I'm still not dead

(It must be the rosaries)

It was a long time ago

(Yeah, we know)

And I still get that sinking feeling

And heavy breathing

(It must be the rosaries)

Hard to cast a shadow when you're lying in a box room

It's me and you and it's either this

Or it'll be life as stone

I'm trembling on these stilts and I'm fit to fall through

Mind yourself

And learn a thing or two

Look for air

With your eyes open

It's hard to think on a memory so cold

I guess I'm not too old

To be scared of the things I'm told

(It must be the rosaries)

It was a long time ago

(Yeah, we know)

And yet the layers and layers and layers

Of fear

Try to keep me here

Hard to cast a shadow when you're lying in a box room

It's me and you and it's either this

Or it'll be life as stone

I'm trembling on these stilts and I'm fit to fall through

Mind yourself

And learn a thing or two

Look for air

With your eyes open

Look, beware

You're the prize token

Look, beware

You're the prize token

Look, beware

You're the prize token