I've seen this prison like a starting line That falls away again with love in time You said that living in Dublin was fuckin' crime As if being some prick in another city Would save your life You can't build your house with hope But you can hang yourself with rope It was nice to know you You put your back to Ireland's shoreline As you mute the singing harp inside your soul Well, we'll all miss you pal It's not the town that brought us down It's the dirty cunts that run the country We were making our nests out of twigs and branches While they cut down the fuckin' tree And now our lives full of plastic shite And there's nothing left to save And we all just talk like American arseholes While big Mick rolls around his grave We could set Dundrum in flames Or we could watch it stay the same It was nice to know you You put your back to Ireland's shoreline As you mute the singing harp inside your soul Well, we'll all miss you pal I know not every sail in life's on golden seas I know not every spine can bend so easily I know Luke Kelly's words were: "Bricks my house was made" Why are we afraid? It's like we're a joke That I'm not getting A broke TV setting A place where I'm not gonna leave