dublin ca / dublin ie
no good place you could kill yourself in dublin / no good place ye can kill yeself in dublin
it’s flat and there’s no cliffs / the luas doesn’t run that late
the buildings don’t go that high / and i don’t want to bother the street cleaners anyways
in the Bay it’s just the end stop / while it’s greater here in Éire
i can impale myself on the deteriorating ice with a hockey stick / can’t really do that much with the spire
someone spit on my hockey bag in dublin / perhaps i look too much like a fag for dublin
the high school hockey finals are on / some fucking gaelic sport i don’t care about is on
but the bodies are similar / it reminded me of the locker room
it hurt / it hurt / it hurt / it hurt