"Lemon Sevens" lyrics

Smokin' lemon 7s through a broken bottle neck
Smokin' lemon 7s through a broken bottle neck
Her pills ground down like powder till her troubles got no louder
Than a little infant whimperin' for ma to come and help

Passed out down a dark and damp romantic alleyway
A stranger whispered in your ear then carried here away
Noddin' to the revvin', top deck of the 67
On the bus down to Kildare, the love affair began

Here's me head, me arse is coming down the Straffan road
A bag of cans in hand a red haired lover boy in tow
The locals say she's shady,oh but she was a lady
With a love so fine and genuine that very few could know

Sleepin' in a two man tent down by the Royal Canal
Drinkin' in the harbour fields with all her traveller pals
She'd love a country cottage, but she hadn't got a sausage
Sleepin' in a two man tent down by the Royal Canal

But love won't stop the winter when you're on the bottom rung
The cider got his liver and the cold got in his lungs
She pretended not to notice with their bandage and poultice
Till he got infections and the cold got in his lungs

They treated you like vagrants and they said the ward was full
There on the floor of James Connolly memorial
Her prince he slept a thousand years, she wept a puddle of tears
As she threw his few belongings off the cold Bull Island pier

All along the North Strand with no lover boy in tow
Back into the city to the only life she know
She needed one to kill the pain a love like hers can know no shame
Met an old friend down a lonely lane, rekindled the old flame

Smokin' lemon 7s through a broken bottle neck
Smokin' lemon 7s through a broken bottle neck
Her pills ground down like powder till her troubles got no louder
Than a little infant whimperin' for ma to come and help
A little infant whimperin' for ma to come and help