Goodbye Ireland, It's Over

I no longer recognize

The streets of this once mental town

That took my teenage tears in it's teeth

And tried to drag me down



Now sat at the top of a staircase

With no bag packed, nothing survives

Of a past that I will not admit to

In order that my spirit not be denied



So many drunken nights

So many more sober

A taste of married life

Goodbye Ireland, it's over