Edward is my confessor, I tell him all my sins
He knows too much about me now, I'm gonna get rid of him
Edward is my conscience, I hear him loud and clear
He's got a Northern Irish accent, gets louder when I'm drinking too much beer

And he always says the same things, reminds me of the land
Illuminates the carvings in my father's tattered hands
But I can't replace the missing son, or keep you safe inside my head
Cause the angel got twisted on the guilt she had tasted.

Edward has a left brain, he'd like to see me settle down
He wants to marry me and move in with his mother
But only 'til we've saved for something better
Edward is mistrustful of the traveller, a fortnight in Portrush would do him fine
He'd schedule sex for fifteen minutes after dinner
And say that I'd look nice if I were thinner

And he always says the same things, reminds me of the land
Illuminates the carvings in my father's tattered hands
But I can't replace the missing son, or keep you safe inside my head
Cause the angel got twisted on the guilt she had tasted.

And he won't sit down to talk as there's a Fenian in his seat
But when his Catholic friend got killed his heart went missing
Love can be a rope that you can use to hang yourself
Or it can hold you tight and stop you slipping
And the angels got twisted on the guilt they had tasted.