I suppose there's an ounce of proof in the plan   When side by side are the lion, the lamb,   Drawn into step by the military band   You're a long time alive   Though it's not what they say.   You can't hear the bleat for the rattling roar,   And nobody sees you anymore.      I suppose I must sidle, and come on like a ghoul,   Remember the leper of the primary school?   Out in the alleyway leering like a fool   You're a long time alive   Though it's not what they say.   The laughter you fake and the liberties take   When nobody sees you anymore.      I suppose I should've listened when the older one told me,   There's more to this living than drinking your hold   As we sat in the bowels of The Loughrey unfolding   He told me for a seven, he told me “Anyway, you're a long time alive, and for that you must pay.”   In my soft drunk shoe, all my pennies were through,   And nobody sees you anymore.