Refuse Sack

My feet are black. My hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. On Galway green, time stops for me as the sun plays with my skin.

My feet are black and my hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. On Galway green, time stops for me as the sun plays with my skin and it's high time I found a place for me to run to. It's my time, you won't find me if you try to.

My feet are black and my hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. The things I've seen turn my blood thin, still I'm safer here than I've ever been and it's high time I found a place for me to run to. It's my time and you won't find me if you try to.

My feet are black and my hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. On Galway green, time stops for me as the sun plays with my skin and it's high time I found a place for me to run to. It's my time, you won't find me if you try to.

It's my time.