[Intro] F Gm Eb Gm
F Gm Eb Gm
F Gm
Saw the city hall in flames
Eb Gm
I suppose it doesn't do as much these days
F Gm
You put on your coat and smile
Eb Gm
Saddest one I've seen for a country mile
F Gm
Brought it down the road, Quicksmart
Eb Gm
There's always fuckin' rain and it's always dark
F Gm
When you were at the gate soaked through
Eb Gm
Let's not say a word if it isn't true
F Gm
Bloomsday
Eb Gm
Bloomsday
F Gm
Bloomsday
F Gm
Bloomsday
F Gm
Cordoned off the rest, too young
Eb Gm
Looking for a thing no do-er's done
F Gm
We won't find it here my love
Eb Gm
Drinking with the tourists and fighting in front of them
F
Oh, to be young
Gm
Once more
Eb Gm
I know all the lines lived it all before
F Gm
When you were at the gate soaked through
Eb Gm
Never said a word that wasn't true
F Gm
Bloomsday
Eb Gm
Bloomsday
F Gm
Bloomsday
Eb Gm
Bloomsday
F Gm
Bloomsday
Eb Gm
Bloomsday
F Gm
Bloomsday
Eb Gm
Bloomsday
