They keep on moving
We know they won't be free
So disapproving
How the leaders lead
Hold your pistol
Colm O'driscoll
Drink the Ghost Pines
On the coastlines
We're at the gates with
So many closing in
We need a wordsmith
Calling Pinkerton
Aim your pistol
Colm O'Driscoll
Drink the Ghost Pines
On the coastlines
They keep on moving
We know they won't be free
Talent's hard to find
Withered with the times
Sounds are threatening
The youth are being mislead
Hear the deaf sing
Now that all talent's dead
Fire your pistol
Colm O'Driscoll
Drink the Ghost Pines
On the coastlines