David Keenan - Grogan’s Druid lyrics

Grogan's druid wears Dunlop runners
He's gone under cover for the
Day that's in it
Christ-like he sit's drinking his ale
Herding his sheep over whimsical tales
When he was younger he says he was handsome
Perspiration drips from his head
I hung on every single word that he said
Grogan's druid sit's by the door
Back to the wall, holding court
Winds up the locals for sport
I wonder if he's still on the go
He told me that I might succeed and
He gave me a sense of belief grogan's druid