In "The Dublin Deluge (Live)," Native Echo turns a night of cunnilingus into a rowdy, self-mocking flood myth. The pleasure builds like a wave, then bursts with such force that the bed, the floor, and even the dog get soaked, leaving the lover gasping and laughing. What could be embarrassment becomes swaggering pride, as the deluge is claimed like a superpower. The ruined mattress and limp to the kitchen only deepen the joke, ending in a cheerful dare to bring a towel or run.
The Dublin Deluge (Live) Lyrics by Native Echo
Alright lads…
Last night I came so hard I nearly drowned the poor bastard
He had his face buried deep between me thighs
Lickin’ like a man who hadn’t eaten in five lives
I felt it buildin’ like a wave about to break
Then I exploded – pure Irish flood, for f*ck’s sake
Soaked his beard, soaked the sheets, soaked the f*ckin’ floor
He came up gaspin’ like he’d just swum to shore
I’m a squirter, a gusher, a proper f*ckin’ hose
A walkin’ waterfall between me legs, God knows
I don’t just cum – I launch, I spray, I drown
Leave a man lookin’ like he fell in the Liffey and went down
Call it the Dublin deluge, the Cork monsoon
The night I nearly washed him out of the room
Tried to warn him, said love, you might wanna move
But he just grinned and shoved his tongue in deeper, the fool
Next second I was shootin’ like a broken fire hydrant
Hit the headboard, hit the wall, hit the poor dog pantin’
He wiped his face and laughed, Jesus, you’re a freak
I said shut up and get back down – I’m not done this week
I’m a squirter, a gusher, a proper f*ckin’ hose
A walkin’ waterfall between me legs, God knows
I don’t just cum – I launch, I spray, I drown
Leave a man lookin’ like he fell in the Liffey and went down
Dublin deluge, Cork monsoon
Nearly washed the poor lad out of the room
Next morning the mattress was ruined, the carpet was damp
He limped to the kitchen still wearin’ me as a stamp
Looked at me and said you’re banned from my bed
I just smiled and replied then we’ll do it on the floor instead
I’m a squirter, a gusher, a proper f*ckin’ hose!
Walkin’ waterfall between me legs, God knows!
I don’t just cum – I launch, I spray, I drown!
Leave a man lookin’ like he fell in the Liffey and went down!
Dublin deluge, Cork monsoon…
If you value your life – bring a towel, or just run!
Sláinte…
And maybe invest in a mop