I Love You

I love you, I love you, I told you I do

It's all I've ever felt, I've never felt so well

And if you don't know it, I wrote you this tune

To be here loving you when I'm in the tomb

I've eddied the heart now, from Dublin to Paris

And if there was sunshine, it was never on me

So close, the rain, so pronounced is the pain

Well, I love you, imagine a world without you

It's only ever you, I only think of you

And if it's a blessing, I want it for you

If I must have a future, I want it with you

System in our hearts, you only had it before

You only open the window, never open up the door

And I love you, I love you, told you I do

Selling genocide and half-cut pride, I understand

I had to be there from the start, I had to be the fucking man

It was a clamber of the life, I sucked the ring off every hand

Had 'em plying me with drink, even met with their demands

When the cherries lined up, I kept the spoilings for myself

Till I had thirty ways of dying looking at me from the shelf

Cloud-parting smile I had, a real good child I was

But this island's run by sharks with children's bones stuck in their jaws

Now the morning's filled with cokeys tryna talk you through it all

Is their mammy Fine Gael and is their daddy Fianna Fáil?

And they say they love the land, but they don't feel it go to waste

Hold a mirror to the youth and they will only see their face

Makes flowers read like broadsheets, every young man wants to die

Say it to the man who profits, and the bastard walks by

And the bastard walks by, and the bastard walks by

Say it to him fifty times and still the bastard won't cry

Would I lie?

I love you, I love you, I told you I do

It's all I've ever felt, I've never felt so well

And if you don't know it, I wrote you this tune

To be here loving you when I'm in the tomb

System in our hearts, you only had it before

Echo, echo, echo, the lights, they go

The lights, they go, the lights, they go

Echo, echo

Selling genocide and half-cut pride, I understand

I had to be there from the start, I had to be the fucking man

It was a clamber of the life, I sucked the ring off every hand

Had 'em plying me with drink, even met with their demands

And I loved you like a penny loves the pocket of a priest

And I'll love you till the grass around my gravestone is deceased

And I'm heading for the cokeys, I will tell 'em 'bout it all

About the gall of Fine Gael and the fail of Fianna Fáil

And now the flowers read like broadsheets, every young man wants to die

Say it to the man who profits, and the bastard walks by

And the bastard walks by, and the bastard walks by

Say it to him fifty times and still the bastard won't cry

Would I lie?