Music: Daniel de Mussenden Carey
Níor chóir glacadh leis, níl maitheas ar bith
In their politics for you and me
Níor chóir glacadh leis, belly of the beast
Ocras orm arís, Fenian overseas
Tá mé tinn de bheith i gcónaí switched on
How come it's always on me to be sorting everything?
Run along, **** sake, I'm sick of you cunts
That's it, I'm going off the grid faoin tuath chuig
Ráth Chairn Glas na Mí
Má fheiceann tú sa tsráid mé, there's nothing to see
I'm going for a chowder and a dip in the sea
Agus pionta leann dubh, that's a little bit of me
Kneecap always filling the void
Níl uaimse ach faic a dhéanamh just chill with the boys
Ach bíonn orm dul ar stáise, making some noise
Ag déanamh post polaiteoir that they're tryna avoid
You're not getting away with **** all
You're not getting away with doing nothin'
Ní dhéanfaidh muid dearmad ar an lucht seo
You think we'd move on and forget what happened?
Nah, **** Keir Starmer
Netanyahu's bitch and genocide armer
Better off as compost for farmers
Every time I watch I cringe and I'm embarrassed
Ní bheidh sé ariamh nó anois mo mheon
No escaping it le feiceáil ar do phone
Níl mise sásta suí ar mo thóin
Twiddling thumbs, when folks lose their home
Níor chóir glacadh leis, níl maitheas ar bith
In their politics for you and me
Níor chóir glacadh leis, belly of the beast
Ocras orm arís, Fenian overseas
Níor chóir glacadh leis, níl maitheas ar bith
In their politics for you and me
Níor chóir glacadh leis, belly of the beast
Ocras orm arís, Fenian overseas
Sean-scéal agus meirg air
Ag sú bod America
Ag iarraidh aird agus cúpla punt
Oh, man, you're a silly wee
Sean-scéal agus meirg air
Ag sú bod America
Ag iarraidh aird agus cúpla punt
Oh, man, you're a silly wee
Níl ionat ach Tory gléasta in Labour clothing
Never seen a cunt so boring, with a resting face of loathing
Personality stolen
Look, a constant state of condolence
Your face tells a story
Like there's washing to be folded
Nach dtuigeann siad cé muid féin
You were popular way back when
People did whatever they want, nobody stood in their way
That's colonial cringe, now we're lookin' back-paid
Ag iarraidh achan rud ar ais
Na sé chontae, the artifacts, we're takin' all that
Look, mate, the paddies are back
Is tá deireadh le do ríocht and that's a fact
Níor chóir glacadh leis, níl maitheas ar bith
In their politics for you and me
Níor chóir glacadh leis, belly of the beast
Ocras orm arís, Fenian overseas
Níor chóir glacadh leis, níl maitheas ar bith
In their politics for you and me
Níor chóir glacadh leis, belly of the beast
Ocras orm arís, Fenian overseas