I’m back about a week now, from visiting my da and wearing too much sunscreen and sitting ar an trá.
It’s a different life, todo es manana. Think I’d like to live there, mostly to see my da.
So we’ll save it up til we’re old and dumb and buy some property
In the sun near bars and restaurants beside the motor way.
And we’ll be on til three o clock and then be on our way
Because we don’t mind staying up late, if it’s warm during the day.
There was nights he was working and i went out myself
to walk along the sunset and not think about the wealth
That must lay between the road and shore because ive learned not to care
That half the town has nothing and the rest are millionaires.
Throw it in the bin, there’s no recycling we dont care about the earth
And we’ll be dead and buried before theres visible results
Of our carelessness our disregard but we’ll take you out for lunch
No chat of politics or urban myths just the growth in your net worth