[Intro – spoken, sarcastic] Cobblestones bleed, the river stinks, This city drinks more than it thinks. [Verse 1 – fast, spit out quickly, long lines] I grew up on streets where the lampposts flicker and the bars never close and the fists fly quicker than the prayers they whisper, Every corner hides a deal, a fight, a song too loud to heal, And I breathe the smoke, I taste the blood, I laugh at the rain, I drown in the mud. [Pre-Chorus – louder, shouted] Home is a curse, home is a cage, I spit my youth on every stage. [Chorus – shouted, with gang shouts] Dirty Dublin nights! (HEY!) Broken streets and fights! (HEY!) Dirty Dublin nights! (HEY!) We burn, we break, we bite! (HEY!) [Verse 2 – faster, long sentences, almost breathless delivery] I’ve seen drunks crawl home with pockets empty and the cops don’t care and the priests just stare and the songs get lost in the smoke-filled air, I’ve kissed the floor of every pub, I’ve burned my lungs, I’ve spilled my blood, The city laughs, the city cries, but it never dies, it never dies. [Pre-Chorus – shouted, hoarse] Home is a wound, home is a flame, I wear its filth, I scream its name! [Chorus – shouted with gang vocals, louder] Dirty Dublin nights! (HEY!) Broken streets and fights! (HEY!) Dirty Dublin nights! (HEY!) We burn, we break, we bite! (HEY!) [Bridge – long chaotic guitar solo, distorted and feedback-heavy] [Break – spoken, muttered into the mic, almost affectionate] Dublin, you filthy queen… I’ll die in your arms. [Final Chorus – screamed with desperation, faster tempo, crowd chanting] Dirty Dublin nights! (HEY!) Broken streets and fights! (HEY!) Dirty Dublin nights! (HEY!) We burn, we break, we bite! (HEY!) [Outro – hoarse whisper, fading] And it bites… it always bites.
