Not with a bang but a whimper Came the end of a sovereign people At the hands of Biffo & Bertie, Fitzgerald & McCreevey; slick-tongue Lenihan saying black is white Read my lips, there is no bail-out
Just a refusal to tell you the truth In everything we do. Now fuck off We have pensions to spend Millions to squander on ourselves Just like great-uncle in the post office, on whose memory we piss
Pretending we're just like him Who knew hardship and hunger; Had grandparents thrown onto The roads of Bohola for being Skint; just like us, the smiling Piss taking assassins of your Sovereignty, dickheads.
All we can hope to leave them now is money.
ReplyDeleteNot with a bang but a whimper
ReplyDeleteCame the end of a sovereign people
At the hands of Biffo & Bertie,
Fitzgerald & McCreevey; slick-tongue
Lenihan saying black is white
Read my lips, there is no bail-out
Just a refusal to tell you the truth
In everything we do. Now fuck off
We have pensions to spend
Millions to squander on ourselves
Just like great-uncle in the post
office, on whose memory we piss
Pretending we're just like him
Who knew hardship and hunger;
Had grandparents thrown onto
The roads of Bohola for being
Skint; just like us, the smiling
Piss taking assassins of your
Sovereignty, dickheads.
Have a lovely day.