[Verse 1] I woke up on a Tuesday In a pixel-painted town Where the priests all preach on livestreams And the trolls all wear a crown There’s a lad named Charlie shouting ’Bout a world that’s upside down But he still checks every comment For the likes that make him proud (hey!)
[Chorus] Oh sing You broadband banshee Cry through the copper and glass We scroll and we swipe and we doompost the night Then laugh as the nonsense flies past Raise your phone like a pint in the air To the cursed and the blessed and obscene We’re dancing a reel for a world that’s unreal In the church of the glowing blue screen
[Verse 2] There’s a goonen in the corner Eyes as wide as Saucy Jack Hasn’t seen the sun since April Spine is shaped like a question mark He says “One more tab I’m quitting” As he opens three more tabs If procrastination’s sinful He’s a saint of the spinning hourglass
[Chorus] Oh sing You broadband banshee Cry through the copper and glass We scroll and we swipe and we doompost the night Then laugh as the nonsense flies past Raise your phone like a pint in the air To the cursed and the blessed and obscene We’re dancing a reel for a world that’s unreal In the church of the glowing blue screen
[Verse 3] They’re swapping jokes of Epstein Like a morbid folktale tune “Did he Didn’t he Who did what?” Round and round the barroom zooms And someone shouts of Diddy Like a scandal-spouting bard In a land of trending legends Every headline’s playing cards
[Bridge] So here’s to the threads you never should read To the takes that make your brain bleed To the lads who argue all night long Then forget what started the fight (alright!) Here’s to the cursed little comments we write To the gifs that get us through life If the world’s gone mad Well pour me a dram I’ll meme till the morning light
[Chorus] Oh sing You broadband banshee Cry through the copper and glass We scroll and we swipe and we doompost the night Then laugh as the nonsense flies past Raise your phone like a pint in the air To the cursed and the blessed and obscene We’re dancing a reel for a world that’s unreal In the church of the glowing blue screen
[Outro] So log out when the dawn comes creeping (…or swear you’ll do it next week) For the tales of this wild wide web road Make the old ghost stories seem meek We’re fools with our thumbs on the future Wearing history like a mask In an Irish pub with a router Singing memes as the minutes slip past (hey!)
Musikstyle
folk, Bouncy Irish pub-folk with tin whistle leads, bodhrán and snare driving a jig-like groove. Acoustic guitar and fiddle trade licks between vocal lines; male vocals leaning into storytelling and comedic timing. Choruses explode with rowdy gang shouts and simple harmonies; last pass speeds slightly with claps and stomps for a raucous singalong outro., tone, irish folk, playful