Ernie was the falconer of the Belfast Intl Airport But he couldn't tell a parrot from a hawk He lived by the runway in a cabin like a soul of damnation He was always high and stoned and drunk. He was alright. Cletus was the hawk himself he was beautiful but close to starvation Nonetheless he was all Ernie ever loved Lately he's being sneaking out, he was trying to get some emancipation Today he brought a human finger in his jaws. It was alright. Ernie came home drunk last night he was in a hell of a mood Started shouting at the dinner table throwing things around and Cletus he started to brood A lot of screaming going on in there, the falcon flew away out the window And Ernie kept repeating oh my my my my my my lord Seconds later he heard a crash and he barely could believe what he saw An airplane crashing and feathers everywhere And it's alright Taken aback with despair at his sudden loss Ernie slipped into a deep dark hole Of alcoholism, heroin abuse and pornography That could not fill the gash in his soul