I love you, I love you, I told you I doIt's all I've ever felt, I've never felt so wellAnd if you don't know it, I wrote you this tuneTo be here loving you when I'm in the tombI've eddied the heart now, from Dublin to ParisAnd if there was sunshine, it was never on meSo close, the rain, so pronounced is the painYeah
Well, I love you, imagine a world without youIt's only ever you, I only think of youAnd if it's a blessing, I want it for youIf I must have a future, I want to with youSystеm in our hearts, you only had it beforeYou only opеn the window, never open up the doorAnd I love you, I love you, told you I do
Selling genocide and half-cut pride, I understandI had to be there from the start, I had to be the fucking manIt was a clamber of the life, I sucked the ring off every handHad 'em plying me with drink, even met with their demandsWhen the cherries lined up, I kept the spoilings for myself'Til I had thirty ways of dying looking at me from the shelfCloud-parting smile I had, a real good child I wasBut 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 allIs 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 wasteHold a mirror to the youth, and they will only see their faceMakes flowers read like broadsheets, every young man wants to dieSay it to the man who profits, and the bastard walks byAnd the bastard walks by, and the bastard walks bySay it to him fifty times and still the bastard won't cryWould I lie?
I love you, I love you, I told you I doIt's all I've ever felt, I've never felt so wellAnd if you don't know it, I wrote you this tuneTo be here loving you when I'm in the tombSystem in our hearts, you only had it beforeEcho, echo, echo, the lights, they goThe lights, they go, the lights, they goEcho, echo
Selling genocide and half-cut pride, I understandI had to be there from the start, I had to be the fucking manIt was a clamber of the life, I sucked the ring off every handHad 'em plying me with drink, even met with their demandsAnd I loved you like a penny loves the pocket of a priestAnd I'll love you 'til the grass around my gravestone is deceased
And I'm heading for the cokeys, I will tell them 'bout it allAbout the gall of Fine Gael and the fail of Fianna FáilAnd now the flowers read like broadsheets, every young man wants to dieSay it to the man who profits, and the bastard walks byAnd the bastard walks by, and the bastard walks bySay it to him fifty times and still the bastard won't cryWould I lie?