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.