Cold Old Fire

We always sing, even when were losing

'Cos Dublin's drone is hard enough especially

When you're down and you're boozing

We sing the Oul' Triangle and then the Tommy Ryan

'Cos all the world's a jail and we can't remember why

Why we agreed to live and lie in embers

Of a cold old fire nobody remembers

They hand the ashes back to me down

The button factory, we're cattle at the stall

We look for signs that Dublin's heart's still beating

That concrete and glass and peelers and mass

They haven’t stopped the people from screaming

Being trapped by all the cameras you're inclined to stay at home

And forget some songs were written to remind you you weren’t born

Born to live and lie and die in embers

Of a cold old fire nobody remembers

They hand the ashes back to me down

The button factory, we're cattle at the stall

We see the cracks under the foundation

Smouldering on the faces of the people on the drip of isolation

We hear the sounds come streaming across the crackling air

The broken words of swine who would tell us that we were

Born to live and lie and die in embers

Of a cold old fire nobody remembers

They hand the ashes back to me down

The button factory, were cattle at the stall

And when did we agree to live and lie and die in embers

Of a cold old fire nobody remembers?

They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory

We're cattle at the stall