| I was born in the heart of Dublin
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| To a holy book full of rules
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| Made it go on our knees every Sunday with the other fools
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| We were walked by the Christian Brothers
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| In the cell blocks at our schools
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| Get a handprint on your skin
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| From a claw of jewels
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| Go hit me now
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| That I’m twice your size
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| We brushed off the accusations
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| And bowed before your lies
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| This is the city that raised me
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| With the religion they gave me
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| Now I’m old enough to know my own mind
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| But it was leaving that saved me
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| I’ve seen so much that has changed me
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| So just break with your past
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| Feed your own mind
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| Cause this Irish son has moved with the times
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| Weddings deaths, and baptising children
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| That’s my debt paid to the church
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| I don’t need that kind of salvation
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| When I get hurt
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| Don’t fill my head with sermons
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| And force me to believe
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| This is the city that raised me
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| With the religion they gave me
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| Now I’m old enough to know my own mind
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| But it was leaving that saved me
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| I’ve seen so much that has changed me
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| So just break with your past
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| Feed your own mind
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| Cause this Irish son has moved with the times
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| Our father who art in heaven
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| Come down here and make your presence known
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| We can’t do it on our own
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| The lunatics have run the asylum
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| How can we find peace inside your home
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| When you can’t trust your own
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| This is the city that raised me
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| With the religion they gave me
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| Now I’m old enough to know my own mind
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| But it was leaving that saved me
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| I’ve seen so much that has changed me
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| Just break with your past
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| Feed your own mind
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| Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times
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| Yes this Irish son has moved with the times |