The Mutton Birds - A Thing Well Made lyrics

She's wearing her don't talk to me face As she makes the kids lunches I oblige and quietly shut the front door as I leave I drive into town before the fog lifts I sell sporting goods Cause I've got a shop not far from Cathedral Square I like to open up early So fellas can come in on their way to work And daydream around the rods and reels While their breakfast's still warm inside them Go on have yourselves a look I'm proud of my shop Almost everything's from overseas You won't find a better selection Look at the way this gun fits the crook of your arm To make a thing like that you'd need to know what you were about You'd need to know where you were going And go there in a straight line And everything else you'd have to shut right out Can you see the man who made that Can you see him putting it down and standing back Can you see the moment when he said That's it That's perfect At a time like that You wouldn't care about your job Or your mortgage Or the fight you had with your wife cause When a man holds a thing well made When a man holds a thing well made There's connection There's completeness When a man holds a thing well made When a man holds a thing well made When a man holds a thing well made When a man holds a thing well made It's Wednesday So I do the mail orders There's nothing much Some oilskins and a 303 For a hunter over in Westland And oh yeah One of those AK-47s For some collector down the line