Factories by Damien Dempsey
Factories, trains, and houses
Playground of my youth
The place that left me mute
I threw back my shoulders
Factories, trains, and houses
The place that makes some strong
And hurries you along
Some grow old very quick there
No star ever played the cellar bar
Glass and bottle fights
We saw some crazy nights
But then fights do excite you
I'm awoken by a handbrake turn outside
I knew lads who died, that sound chills me inside still
Howth Junction could take you away
And in the hay fields we'd squander the day
And from the corner of Holywell road
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs
See the sunset over us all
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