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Dublin is Burning
Here are the Lyrics:
Intro: Dublin is burn-ing. Dublin is burn-ing.
Chorus: The ancient druids all did say,
"Los Magos,
Ji genos."
Perhaps it is the only way.
Verse: The city is burn-ing, a terrible state,
It’s all gone to pot now, it’s far too late.
You'll never own a gaff, sure the price is a sin,
For every tenner earned, there's a new bill comes in.
Chorus: The ancient druids all did say,
"Los Magos,
Ji genos."
Perhaps it is the only way.
Verse: The streets are now home to the lost and the poor,
With lads on the gear right outside your front door.
The crime is just rampant, it’s getting a joke,
You’d be a right eejit to head out for a smoke.
Chorus: The ancient druids all did say,
"Los Magos,
Ji genos."
Perhaps it is the only way.
Verse: The white pony rides through our desperate streets,
It’s no longer grand for your walks or your meets.
The wages are brutal, the prices are mad,
The young ones are leaving, and isn't it sad?
Chorus: The ancient druids all did say,
"Los Magos,
Ji genos."
Perhaps it is the only way.
Verse: You can't find a doctor to save your own life,
The wait in the queue just cuts you like a knife.
We search for the wisdom of the good old days,
While this new social order's a terrible maze.
Chorus: Listen to the druids as they say,
"Los Magos,
Ji genos."
Burn the weeds, clear the way,
Fertilize with blood.
It seems it is the only way.
Outro: Dublin is burn-ing. Dublin is burn-ing. Dublin is burn-ing.
Dedicated to the the memory of Earl Dunn