Well i stand with my father and a hundred year old grave then i push past the dirt and see his grandfatehrs name so died in the famine some died in new york Well i stadn with m fatehr where his grandmother is born And i head down to colway the city that i loathe Try to find some of these girls that insprie some of these songs And the beggars and teh dealers there was plenty im sure But i politely declined all their hangover cures The next morning i woke to the air out teh eyer With my old rusty bike i took down to the water Theres a cross the stood still, water too deep For the first time in my life i may actually beleive So Jude West and Jim Lockey the starters and stoop You gave me punk rockso punk rock i gave you To the girls down in locktowne i toast you everynight Hope you're making me proud keeping this scene alive So if you ever make it to the new eatern coast Well i'll be tehre to greet you my home is your home Cause you made me the happiest ive ever been Without you im limbless, ive got no steay hands Theres a libertine is dublin she's captured my soul If i cant have her i'd rather be alone If you're ever stumblin down old blackwood road Tell her i'll be back soon cuz im bringing her home If i cant have her i'd rather be alone If you're ever stumblin down old blackwood road Tell her i'll be back soon cuz im bringing her home If i cant have her i'd rather be alone If you're ever stumblin down old blackwood road Tell her i'll be back soon cuz im bringin her home