Saw the city hall

In flames

I suppose it doesn't do as much these days

You put on your coat

And smile

Saddest one I've seen for a country mile

Brought it down the road

Quicksmart

There's always fuckin' rain and it's always dark

When you were at the gate

Soaked through

Let's not say a word if it isn't true

Bloomsday

Cordoned off the rest

Too young

Looking for a thing no do-er's done

We won't find it here my love

Drinking with the tourists and fighting in front of them

Oh to be young

Once more

I know all the lines lived it all before

When you were at the gate soaked through

Never said a word that wasn't true

Bloomsday