Bloomsday

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 ****ing 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

Bloomsday

Bloomsday

Bloomsday

Bloomsday

Bloomsday

Bloomsday

Bloomsday

Bloomsday