Once I was in a bar in Dublin, drinking to rise up the sun
Through the smoke and the ale, Bill told the tale of the time that he carried a gun
Boots on the sand, gun in my hand, too young to know anything at all
My rifle spoke loud to disperse the crowd, and my bullets they tore down a wall
Such a shame, such a disgrace, I didn’t even know the name of the place
I said but Bill, you ain’t a man who could kill, I just don’t see it in your eyes
He said I never killed no one, just carried a gun, mostly to keep away flies
I used to think then I was the finest of men, king of wherever I would roam
But my finest hour turned royally sour when I blew apart somebody’s home
Such a shame, such a disgrace, I didn’t even know the name of the place
Well it’s getting late boys, and you’re making too much noise
Said the barman as he stacked up the chairs
Give me a minute yet, let me finish my cigarette, then I will head on upstairs
One more glass to raise said Bill in a haze, was nice talking to you son
You got a good heart, that’s a head start, hope you never have to carry a gun
Full of shame, full of disgrace, I’ll never forget the look on his face
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