The Year You Were Born

Angus hang up
 You're not gonna win like this
 Losing your head and losing your grip
 Say your goodnights
 And head out to the yard
 Out by the fence where the birch trees are
 If words could explain
 There wouldn't be this
 Unspeakable pain buried deep in your chest
 Get it out Angus
 Get it out.
 They planted a tree
 The year you were born
 But it grew in a V and it's still only short
 Pulled apart and stunted
 But it's not like that's you
 Or it somehow represents
 No, you'll straighten this out and stand tall till the end
 Get it out Angus
 Get it out
 Pull it out...
 Get the roots
 Get it out.
 Now, dirt undernails
 And a whiskey or two
 And we're laughing out loud at all the shit we've been through
 Get it out Angus
 Get it out.