Sneakerfreak Killaloe Lyrics

Pitch black and grey in more shades than I've ever seen
With colourful, powerful, rich and incredibly bright strokes of green in between
Twenty five horses sound like a sewing machine
As my mind wunders off to the what and the why of black pudding and irish cuisine
There is nothing here, nothing to do

Attaching the real to the wrong I am thinkin' it's great
That a few years ago they invented a law that prohibites the use of life bait
And I'm drifting away to where everything is silent and pure
While discussing the link between season and weather, and colour and size of the lure
There is nothing here, nothing to do
And nothing to say, but I love this place
I love this place
I love this place