Spirits Up

I'm coming up, yes I'm coming up I've got a cup of tea, I'm coming up to cheer you up Open your curtains up, I'm going to wake you up Regale you with tales from when we were growing up We set sail, for the United States, we got our skates on When we were younger and were dumb enough Just out of yellow chins and buttercups A million miles from our mothers love Could not move quick enough. Running. Dublin See Ya We're free yeah. This J1 Visa Got me a job down in Tampa selling slices of pizza in a theme park We went real far together No Phone cards. No Social media 2-Dollar Tequilas. Blue Margaritas, Last Night amnesia Fake ID, wasn't me, was my cousins idea Mr. Police officer I'm good as Mother Theresa Name's Casey? you must be Irish We slept in bus stations Befriended Polish and Haitians Saw real guns Pointed in our faces You still frowning? Your blues aren't breaking You're right. Remember when - its the lowest form of conversation It's a pain these days, just trying to keep it together Regain the past, back when we felt light as a feather But you remain slain. can't get out from under the weather That's okay. That's alright. Let's see if I can do better Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up I see a higher ground. I'm going to lift you up Switch off the news boo. It's not good for you The higher the stats go, the lower your mood skews Spending half the day, sanity snatched away Station dialling, impatiently trying to make it through We're all nervous And the bad hacks, we all know they're worthless Pretend to serve us. But they hurt us with their daily disturbance Pit you versus their mad circus That's their purpose To make you feel worthless and purchase the services they advertise And then they say with cold eyes: 'You've been hurt, by a little word Oh Lord preserve us, its an emergency They rile up that hate. They know its murderous And that its lurking just under the surface of all of us Where do you think the xenophobes and fervant racists get their purpose And the pervert little civil servants Are trying to stir it with their wolfwhistle wormwords They don't deserve us And so its now Lockdown 3, and they're just taking the piss Been so long, don't know what a haircut is We missed your birthday too, What a kick in the ribs 10 Full months, and not a night away from the kids But I got faith in the human spirit I got faith in your human spirit Death is coming some time babe, but we're hopefully nowhere near it Is that a laugh you made? Come on now, Let me hear it Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up I see a higher ground. I'm going to lift you up