Some days I want to put this city on the map
And some days I want to put it in my rear view
There’s mornings I feel fear when the rents due
But I always feel such pride for what my friends do

And I’ve got so much love to spread to others
That sometimes there’s not much left to give my woman
I sell my family short but I’m strong in public
And I’d die for you if you’re from Dublin

My opinion doesn’t have to be gospel
But every young person’s only three poor
decisions away from a hostel
They’ll sell your family short and they’ll starve you in public
Would you die for me if you’re from Dublin?

I’ve got an angel on my shoulder
the devil sent a postcard
I was searching for meaning in the middle of a snow storm
I was listening to ‘Seasons in the Abyss’ before the concert
Maybe looking for reasons to exist among the monsters

I’ve got an angel on my shoulder
the devil sent a postcard
I was searching for meaning in the middle of a snow storm
I was listening to ‘Seasons in the Abyss’ before the concert
Maybe looking for reasons to exist among the monsters

I’m on the bus on the way home
I’ve been out singing the same song
I’ve been out looking for day’s gone
Chasing the bottle my day’s gone
But my demons are friendly I stay strong
I had a girl that I worshipped
I gave her a ring on a Thursday
Gave her my love she deserved it
She gave me her love cus’ I earned it
But I cannot wait for the birth
For my boy I’ma give him the earth
Me I was born on the first
And my ma she gave me the world
This country was no place for girls
The kitchen was all that they served
And now we must give them the world
We learn and we grow and observe

I used to pray for better things
At a session on amphetamines
Til’ I went and bought a wedding ring
Saved up to order it and everything
We’re not important, we are everything
You’re not a port, you are my everything
I’m out in Portland loving everything
We might be poor, but love is everything

I’ve got an angel on my shoulder
the devil sent a postcard
I was searching for meaning in the middle of a snow storm
I was listening to ‘Seasons in the Abyss’ before the concert
Maybe looking for reasons to exist among the monsters

You might think I medicate
I just want to be here for my better days
Ma she called me up she hopes the weather stays
I hope that I can meet my son and see his face

I walk up through Kilmainham,
Our forefathers went to jail here
There was no such thing as bail here
They were thrown in concrete cells
With echoes screaming of rebellion
And how the Brits could go to hell
They were fenians executed
for standing up for themselves

And now we’ve got twitter. And now we’ve got Facebook
And now we got an army of trolls
Leading an internet race war
I just can’t stand the hatred
You lack the courage to show your face
You lack the basic common sense to know that ignorance is basic
But you might think I medicate
I just want to be here for my better days
Ma she called me up she hopes the weather stays
I hope that she can meet my son and tie his laces.