what did I know when I was seventeen
when all the world was selling teenage dreams?
one rush would fade, another kept you keen
but I grew old when I was seventeen

give it up your tit for tat
you know well you owe
and there’s never been a contract
to pay in gold or favour

now I’ve more time to bask in your glory
now I’ve more time to hear your sad story
‘cos I’ve filled in some bits of my own
yeah, I’ve filled in some bits of my own

every Tuesday Rourky calls
to tell of all he has conquered
and all that has crumbled
during his last seven conquests

you have your view
and I have mine
and never the two
shall intertwine

ain’t no change in this shit life
just another dawn to kill
no in out job, bearing knives
your soul’s shaking, your blood’s still

I glanced to the Wicklow hills
where the sun stained pink
the clouds bedecking the mountains
and though I knew this clockwork’s gist