From woods to pubs
From DARTs to cars
We'll find ourselves
In Temple Bar
Step outside and we'll light a spliffy
Chasing pints up and down the Liffey
Pull your jeans up and we're looking well
But the bouncer tells us to go to Hell
We give him lip we tell him "Fuck this place"
He'll grab your collar "Get out me face!"
From Town to Bray barely alive
We're floating around on the 145
With a junkie sitting next to me
He's strung out off his ecstasy
He doesn't know his stop
He says he'll leave it down to destiny
Turn take my hand
We've been to the Goose
Lets make a plan, make a band
And we'll be some use
I've seen Inhaler
Lost at sea call me a sailor
In Harbour Bar
I've seen Little Square Pods
Fill out a Friday night
Everybody feeling good cos the vibe is right
3Arena, Olympia and Vicar Street
There's a stage in each
For you and me
If we put a little effort in
And dig us out this mess we're in
Call it a little gamble and
Something will start a-happening
It might seem a little suspicious
Cos no one else seems to be ambitious
Give me a hand and take me higher
I'm looking down from the top of the Spire
This is your land
This is my land
This is our land
This is Ireland baby