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Shane Diarmuid Richardson
Songwriter
Oran Thomas Hurley
Songwriter
Denis Alexander Scully
Songwriter
Lyrics
This a sentence from birth
Chains we lay in all day
Promises held in hands that moved astray
I loved you anyway
Took your blue, your grey
Your three stripes, I gave you my life
Since my first breath
Since before the rising
Since my great granny's death
And my grandfather spiraling
Had a love for our land, this Emerald Isle
From the cliffs to the streets history's bled in these miles
Sound to the bus man
Sorry in rush a man
But three quid's too much now
Two-seventy's not enough
No worries it's fine
We'll get there on time
In my suit and my tie, don't know whether to laugh or to cry
Sixteen bus, that's the 8 o'clock rush
Are we working too much?
Am I feeding a system?
Setting fire to flames just by going on living?
Listen, must be missing something
Tryna answer the question
Is it lack of direction?
Is it my own reflection?
Is it yours? Is it his? Is it hers? Is it ours?
Is it spending our wages getting faded cause the truth's too hard?
While the homeless stay homeless
And we blame the homeowners
Not the ones who control us
They're happy we're hopeless
Sun's sharp, barely coping tryna give us the night
But nowadays it seems we're too accustomed inside
So let's keep on texting tryna deal with the lonely
Sending love through a screen to a girl that don't know me
Tryna make a whole me, but there's rips in these sweaters
These hand me down hoodies are only worth what we let 'em
You left us buried in dirt
In hopes we'd wither and fade
Raised cement to the sky
And drenched our city in shade
Bloodied pavements for pay
Still took your blue with your grey
Your three stripes, I gave you my life
Split the timbers, arches
Break the parliament's doors
Get a voice in the Dáil
And tell the fuckers they're spoilt
Rid the stains from the soil
They can't drown out our noise
Your three stripes, your three stripes
So let's just ignore all those real issues
Those real deep feelings
Those real "I miss yous"
Those real wrongdoings and feeling real misused
Seems we'd rather live without seeing any of that through
And that's the real issue
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Writer(s): Dennis Scully, Oran Hurley, Shane Richardson
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