Gin Palace

Down in the Glen there's a band of old men

Drinking their cider till dawn

Warming to fires made of ashcans and tyres

The outcasts on Liberty hill

In the Gin Palace now!

We're swaying together as one

Ill-defined features and hair stood on end

The Dandys the Fops and the Goths

Come on and get dressed baby pull on your pants

We're going to go out tonight

Through the dirty dark streets

So cold and so bleak

See the lights turn fog into gold

A community centre for the hopeless

The brains of the dispossessed

Sometimes it turns reeling into your arms

Cling together excited and laughing

Strangers flung together on a fast fun-house floor

It turned you out of your bed

The right to stew in your own juice

The freedom to freeze and die

Inside so hot so bright and so loud

The people all talking at once

Flashing dark eyes shining red lips

Beautiful glistening clothes

In the Gin Palace now!

We're swaying together as one

They've cashed in the chips on our shoulders

In the Casino economy

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