Brother

I got your message it made me jump from my seat

My heart near missed a beat

I had to hear her voice to calm me down

We know we’ve not exactly been the best of brothers

But you ain’t got no others

We’ll have to work this out just you and we

“And the only thing we ask is that you let us be alone

We’ll be up on our feet soon”

Take no heed of those who put you on a downhill pushbike

Telling you something like

The world needs ditch diggers too

So smoke another coffin nail

Sing ‘till you’re hoarse and we’ll be there of course

To carry you on our shoulders through the streets

“And the only thing we ask is that you let us be alone

We’ll be up on our feet soon”

So take those kid gloves off

Give the world a standing eight count

‘cos here we come