I was born in the heart of Dublin
To a holy book full [bad word] Made get on our knees every Sunday
With the other fools

We were warped by the Christian Brothers
In the cell blocks at our schools
Get a handprint on your skin
From a glove of jewels

Go hit me now
That I'm twice your size
We [bad word] off the accusations
And bowed before your lies

This is the city that raised me
With the religion they gave me
Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
But it was leaving that saved me
I've seen so much that has changed me
So just break with your past
Feed your own mind
'Cause this Irish son has moved with the times

Weddings, deaths, and baptizing children
That's my debt paid to the church
I don't need that kind of salvation
When I get hurt

Don't fill my head with sermons
And force me to believe

This is the city that raised me
With the religion they gave me
Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
But it was leaving that saved me
I've seen so much that has changed me
So just break with your past
Feed your own mind
'Cause this Irish son has moved with the times

Our father who art in [bad word] down here and make your presence known
We can't do it on our own
The lunatics [bad word] the asylum
How can we find peace inside your home
When you can't [bad word] your own

This is the city that raised me
With the religion they gave me
Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
But it was leaving that saved me
I've seen so much that has changed me
So just break with your past
Feed your own mind
Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times
Yes this Irish son has moved with the times