Big smoke
Rises in the distance
Concrete jungle with a smile
This is our existence
Cup of tea stay a while
Choose hardship over the path of least resistance
Heartsick
Leaving time without persistence
And perceiving
Mothers leaving
For the streets
Hearts heaving
Can't sleep
But how could you while there's kids thieving at your feet
New reeboks complete the style
Meanwhile
His state of mind is futile
Kettle's boiled come on and stay a while
Kettle's boiled come on and stay a while
See the city gave him character
No pity from the barrister
Today's end
But hopefully not alone
His best friend
Old pair of earphones
Would lose it when accompanied by the music
New perspective reflects his mood
Sometimes rejected
But winner's lose
Kept his problems to his business
Wash them down with a pint of Guinness
Watch him let go
Tummy rumbles
Only enough for a Freddo
He had dreams of a moth
And got a butterfly
But butterflies die
What's the story
Not the plot
Watch the love solidify
He's just living for a laugh
Couple thousand homeless and I'm still looking for a gaff
And the day that changes is the day my mam misses mass
All of the days and the changes
Yes they go too fast
Old faces and places
Through the hourglass
And the chance is romance is in a distant land
Well how we gonna get there
We've got blood on our hands
Head as strong as the cobblestone
North of the Liffey
Reeks of testosterone
Breaking limbs for a laugh
I guess that was his funny bone
Should have spent more time in class
Than on the streets alone
I'm not rough but I've seen it all
Scruff to the trouser cuff
Sure enough he's in handcuffs
Ah sure I've seen it all
In the street lies an evil
What's the point so they grab the needle
In need of help so I listened to the Beatles
Pride and camaraderie
Oozes in our DNA
Aside from our democracy
We seem to be okay
Hypocrisy is commonly
Of dreams of which astray
So I'll meet you for a pint and we'll talk another day
All of the days and the changes
Yes they go too fast
Old faces and places
Through the hourglass
And the chance is romance is in a distant land
Well how we gonna get there
We've got blood on our hands
Well Lord forgive me for my sins
Beliefs I never had
The blasphemy begins
When I was eight
Straight talker
Young walker
It's not the last of me
Akin to a gentleman
Aside from all this medicine
What about religion
Promised us salvation
While you were salvaging our children
Ravishing in riches
Fifty years on and they're still lathered in stitches
Guess it's culturally appropriate to call you our...
Sorry for my language
Red wine is the anguish
I seek to indulge in
So speak man you're living in Dublin
This is for the kids who never had shit
The mothers without a husband
In the midst of it vanish
Now living off nothing
They're living off nothing
So how about that cup of tea?
Sorry I missed your name what was it
It's Malaki