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 see for a country mile Brought it down the road, quick smart
There´s always fucking rain and it´s always dark You were at the gate, soaked through Let´s not say a word if it isn´t true
Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday
Cordon off the rest, too young Looking for a thing no doer´s done We won´t find it here, my love Drinking with the Taurus and filing in front of ´em Oh to be young, once more I know all the lines lived it all before Well you were at the gate, soaked through Never said a word that wasn´t true