I love you, I love you,
I told you I do
It's all I've ever felt,
I've never felt so well
And if you don't know it,
I wrote you this tune
To be here loving you
when I'm in the tomb
I've eddied the heart now,
from Dublin to Paris
And if there
was sunshine,
it was never on me
So close, the rain,
so pronounced
is the pain
Yeah
Well, I love you,
imagine a world
without you
It's only ever you,
I only think of you
And if it's a blessing,
I want it for you
If I must have a future,
I want it with you
System in our hearts,
you only had it before
You only open
the window,
never open up the door
And I love you,
I love you,
told you I do
Selling genocide and
half-cut pride,
I understand
I had to be there from
the start, I had to
be the fucking man
It was a clamber of
the life, I sucked
the ring off every hand
Had 'em plying me
with drink, even met
with their demands
When the cherries
lined up, I kept the
spoilings for myself
'Til I had thirty ways
of dying looking at
me from the shelf
Cloud-parting smile I had,
a real good child I was
But this island's run by
sharks with children's
bones stuck in their jaws
Now the morning's filled
with cokeys tryna
talk you through it all
Is their mammy Fine
Gael and is their
daddy Fianna Fáil
And they say they
love the land, but they
don't feel it go to waste
Hold a mirror to the
youth and they will
only see their face
Makes flowers read like
broadsheets, every
young man wants to die
Say it to the man who
profits, and the
bastard walks by
And the bastard walks by,
and the bastard walks by
Say it to him fifty
times and still the
bastard won't cry
Would I lie
I love you, I love you,
I told you I do
It's all I've ever felt,
I've never felt so well
And if you don't know it,
I wrote you this tune
To be here loving you
when I'm in the tomb
System in our hearts,
you only had it before
Echo, echo, echo,
the lights, they go
The lights, they go,
the lights, they go
Echo, echo
Selling genocide and
half-cut pride,
I understand
I had to be there
from the start, I had
to be the fucking man
It was a clamber of
the life, I sucked the
ring off every hand
Had 'em plying me
with drink, even met
with their demands
And I loved you like
a penny loves the
pocket of a priest
And I'll love you
'til the grass around my
gravestone is deceased
And I'm heading for
the cokeys, I will
tell 'em 'bout it all
About the gall of Fine
Gael and the fail
of Fianna Fáil
And now the flowers
read like broadsheets, every
young man wants to die
Say it to the man who
profits, and the
bastard walks by
And the bastard walks by,
and the bastard walks by
Say it to him fifty times
and still the
bastard won't cry
Would I lie