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 seen for a country mile Brought it down the road, quick smart There's always fucking 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 thе gate, soaked through Nevеr said a word that wasn't true Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday Bloomsday