Sweary

 

Sweary


When schoolgirl’s dread was in my blood

I read of ancient demons

“Haughey’s kind has gone for good

No need for me to flee, then.”

But then when I grew up, my fears

Were sadly not in vain,

Our first world country’s fucked and here’s

Damnation once again.


Damnation once again!

Damnation once again!

Coz Ireland’s fucked it up so here’s

Damnation once again!


We had a Celtic Tiger, true.

Its might was very mighty.

It brought us wealth, but oh boo hoo

Its might was also flighty

And while we borrowed for new cars

The tiger slunk to Spain

To hang out with Dub dealers

On probation once again.


Probation once again!

Probation once again!

We might as well go back on junk

Sedation once again… zzz


The first sign was the banks, coz they

were looking very shifty

The Times began to often say

that we should be more thrifty

The builders noticed less to build

And started to complain

We saw the Tiger had been killed

Starvation once again!


Starvation once again!

Starvation once again!

Now own brand pizza’s looking good

Desperation once again!


Bertie panicked, ran away

Said, “Brian, here’s a promotion!

Take the reigns this rainy day

Whilst I skip this commotion.”

Brian Cowen’s neck got thicker as

He prepared for mental strain

And now he wants to kick your arse

Over deflation once again.


Deflation once again!

Deflation once again!

But Ireland knows just how to cope

Taxation once again!


For guidance through these times, we need

A wise, empathic kingpin

Instead who did we choose to lead?

Motley gobshites from the sin bin.

An unelected Taoiseach who’s

puffed up with dense disdain

What that fucker needs around his ‘gools

Is an Alsation (or Great Dane)


Alsation or Great Dane!

Alsation or Great Dane!?Y

es one of those clamped round his balls

Might help him understand our pain.


But what’s the point in blaming Fianna Fail?

We dug ourselves our own hole.

We filled ourselves that inept Dail,

We scored that fucking own goal.

We had the chance to protest, oh,

To riot, go insane!

Instead… well, I think you know.

Hesitation once again.


Hesitation once again

Frustration once again

Why is Ireland only happy in

Stagnation once again?


And as job loss flows like a river of blood

And Ireland gets anaemic

You might, rather than stem the flood,

Want to jump into the Lee, quick.

But wait, just hear what I contest

To keep us in the food chain!

I’ve written to England to suggest

Plantation once again


Plantation once again!

Plantation once again!

We tried, we failed, we can’t be trusted

with this nation once again.

 

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