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Ireland is (sadly) a Cesspit
Ireland is a cesspit,
Mired by bankers’ waste,
Brought down by their corruption,
Destroyed – and with such haste.
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Where, oh where is the justice,
To punish these men of shame,
To make THEM pay for what they did,
Why aren’t THEY held to blame?
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Why is it us, the average man,
And woman who takes the pain?
What did WE do, to be punished so,
We are CERTAINLY not to blame.
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I think it’s all a part of some,
Big plan by those up high,
To take control of the world’s affairs,
To enslave us until we die.
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You might laugh me, and say I’m mad,
Thinking such things – and how,
But the day will come; you’ll see that I’m right,
I only wish you’d see it now.
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I say remove those jerks, those men in suits,
Each and every one,
Politicians too; they are just as bad,
Don’t rest until they are all gone.
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Let’s start a New World Order, I say,
In which we, the people, soar high,
Where we can live in peace and wealth,
Unchained from corrupt men’s lies.
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This day will come, make no mistake,
Men in suits, bereft of sense,
You will be punished, held accountable,
You’ll get your comeuppance!
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Crisis, what crisis?
Crisis, what crisis?
Crisis, what crisis? the minister asked, looking on,
There is no crisis; it’s a part of my plan,
A plan for better water for one and for all,
Meanwhile, just BOIL IT; that is all.
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Bankers, Greedy Bankers
Bankers, Greedy Bankers
Bankers, greedy bankers,
Hoist them up high,
Burn them on bonfires,
For all of their lies,
Dance around the bonfires,
Glory in their pain,
And when you have done it,
DO IT AGAIN!
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Ireland 1974 – Tina Reynolds – Cross your Heart (Preview Video)
Tina Reynolds – Cross your Heart
Ireland Eurovision Song Contest Entry
Look at all of the wonderful classic cars!
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Greedy Bankers
Greedy Bankers (banksters)
Bankers, greedy bankers,
Hoist them up high,
Burn them on bonfires,
For all of their lies,
Dance around the bonfires,
Glory in their pain,
And when you have done it,
Do it again!
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Oh, well… (ba-NANA-land)
Oh, well… (ba-NANA-land)
Monday morning; full of woe,
The weekend’s gone; it’s so far to go,
Until the next one, when I can live again,
Oh, well, I suppose it’s better than living in ba-NANA-land.
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ba-NAMA-land
Ireland today: ba-NAMA-land
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There was a Taoiseach, quite bad,
Who told us one day we were mad,
That we borrowed too much,
And with reality had lost touch,
I say it is he, not us, who is MAD.
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ba-NAMA-land postage stamp
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HE THOUGHT HE SAW
He thought he saw a politician,
Who lived the perfect life,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A huge, humongous lie.
That’s it, he said, I realise,
The foolishness of life.
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He thought he saw an honest man,
Within the parliament,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Another bloated blimp.
Unless they leave this house, he said,
There will be no hope, I think.
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He thought he saw a banker man,
Who made an honest buck,
He looked again, and saw he was,
Entwined in all the muck.
If I were king, he said,
His head would be on the block.
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He thought he saw a banker’s clerk,
A man of honest youth,
He looked again, and saw he was,
A succubus forsooth.
If he should stay, he said, for sure,
My savings I will lose.
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He thought he saw a kangaroo,
Hopping down the street one day,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A banker’s ill gained pay.
Were I to accept this, he said,
It would be a dark, dark day.
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He though he saw a limousine,
With groom and bride, so sweet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The country on its knees.
We’re lost, he said, the country’s bust,
Kaput, no more, deceased.
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He though he saw a shaft of light,
That shone through all this gloom,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The cold, reflected moon.
If I were young, he said aloud,
I’d make them swing – and soon!
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He though he saw a chink of light,
A way from all this mess,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Their New World Order – yes!
Their ways are bad, corrupt, he said
For them, not us, excess.
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He thought he saw the final words,
Inscribed upon a sheet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Them sweating from the heat.
They thought us fools, he sorely said,
Come on, we’ve lives to lead.
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