Business As Usual (Live)

The pink crucifix with the ivory Jesus I wanted The man with the blood on his hands as I ran from the river Kissing my cousin, before they took her to the graveyard Trembling at night from the violence I heard from my bedroom These are my memories These are my memories, coming home Called up at school 'cause my hand wasn't there to say present Running the gauntlet outside the Club Rado at dawn Rory and me without a spare string between us Catching the last bus halfway through I'm so glad These are my memories These are my memories, coming home Philip and me and the brush riding round in a transit The Bailey, the Strangley's, the smoke and the speed and the acid I lost my virginity to a Tipperary woman A heart that was broken, but it wasn't the first or the last time These are my memories These are my memories, coming home Under the wings of the man they called Green, I found freedom Three children, one wife, a twist of the knife and a scandal Divorce, separation, some kind of salvation came lately So many have gone, but I know it's just business as usual These are my memories These are my memories These are my memories These are my memories These are my memories These are my memories, coming home These memories keep coming back These memories keep coming back All those years ago All those years ago