I was the only kid in my village without an All-Ireland handball medal. I was so useless in the handball alley that people used to tell me I should wear my eye in a sling. Hence the title...

Recorded at Simmer & Hackle Studios, Lost At Sky, Kilkenny.
Simon Bourke: guitars, bass, mando, voices; Eoghan Bourke: guitars

Heart In A Sling - words and music Simon Bourke

I saw you standing at the end of the road
I guess you waited, I guess he never showed
Why do you do that, that thing that you do?
I've told you before, if you lie at his door
He's gonna wipe his feet on you 

So don't come round here, with your heart in a sling
Telling me he's, to blame for everything
Don't turn to me, twisting my ear
Please don't unpack your baggage here
Don't limp around, on your broken pride bone
Ain't I got worries enough of my own?
You had your chance, leave me alone 

I caught you crying, when you thought you were alone
I guess you called him and he hung up the phone
Why do you do that, that thing that you do?
I told you before, if you crawl across his floor
He's gonna walk all over you

So don't come round here, with your heart in a sling
Telling me he's, to blame for everything
Don't turn to me, twisting my ear
Please don't unpack your baggage here
Don't limp around, on your broken pride bone
Ain't I got worries enough of my own?
I'm not your crutch, leave me alone