Manor Street

Stoneybatter, February
Sun is out for once
For the volunteers collecting
For the junkies and the drunks

And the junkies and the drunks
Are on the corners locked in pain
Sinking cans of Stonehouse cider
And pissing up the lane

And as the February sun fills up my body
I know this hellhole might be heaven, maybe

And down inside Delaney's
They've pulling pints since dawn
It's full of drinking gentlemen
Who just want to drink on

And when they come to stumble down
Through Smithfield's cobbled square
They'll brawl and shout and fall about
And vomit everywhere

And as I walk up Manor street it strikes me
That this sorry circus has its place within me
And as the February sun fills up my body
I know this hellhole might be heaven, maybe

I think this ship is sinking in the drink
Blood thinning, and we're singing as we sink
I think this ship is sinking in the drink
Blood thinning, and we're singing as we sink

And we're singing as we sink
And we're singing as we sink