The Dirty Glass - Dropkick Murphys

Murphy, Murphy, darling dear

I long for you now night and day

Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy

I feel now I’ve lost you to health and good cheer

Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young

A boy beyond his age, or so I’d tell someone

Anyone who’d listen and a few who couldn’t care

Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share

Darcy, Darcy darling dear

You left me dying, crying there

In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer

I fell for you my darling dear

You shut me off and you showed me the door

But you always came crawling back begging me for more

I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab

Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass

(Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor)

You know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door

With my brother’s new non-duplicate registry ID

Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me

You weren’t the first to court me mister you won’t be the last

Oh, I’m sure I wasn’t honey, I know all about your past

Listen to the big shot with his pager on call

You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall

(Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low)

Mind your own business, boy, how was I to know

That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat

Well it’s all in the past bitch cause now I’ve got it beat

My dear, my dear

Darcy, Darcy my darling dear