Lyrics

It’s seven a.m. I’m on the dead end of a bender, riding on the 6A line
On my way to Dublin the pubs will soon be open
And I want to be the first in line
The bus is full of drivers and I’m the only rider
And it’s oh so grey outside
“Sweet Jane” is ringing in my mind
Last night I had a real fine time

Now I’m on the 6A bus to the bottom of the line
Dear Dirty Dublin, I think I’m out of time.

The trees are black cracks against the diesel sky
And through my sad reflection I watch the cars pass by
Dublin Bay is on my right the water cool and still
Rid me of this vagrancy I’m gonna drink my fill

It’s the reckless side of drinking that most folks can’t abide
But it’s the reckless side of drinking, I think it keeps me alive

That pub down by the Liffy, tinkers circling outside
Soon they’re shooting whiskey and spilling Irish jive
From delirium to paradise is such an easy slide
This ain’t no kissing the Blarney Stone, it ain’t no tour bus ride

No this is the 6A bus to the bottom of the line
Dear Dirty Dublin, I think I’m out of time.

Dear Dirty Dublin
Dear Dirty Dublin, I think I’m out of time