Ian McCutcheon - The Blizzard and The Funeral lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen Live from the Banana Stand Kithkin! Plastic shields and wooden swords [?] and [?] This [?] months ago They were buried under under 80 feet of snow Where we don't lock our door Where I don't fear the future anymore [?] guts all shook up Got a ticket, got a gun This [?] months ago I'll miss the blizzard, I'll miss the funeral Where we don't lock our door Where I don't fear the future anymore Where we don't lock our door Where I don't fear the future anymore