Peoples Plight
oh it could of been
the armored car,
or it could of been
the gun,
instead it was the Germans
that's were it all begun,
CHORUS
,
banks in gambling money,
they ignored
the peoples plea ,
sold off the Irish
human rights,
to protect their dignity,
the government
our christian rights,
as they moved
the vatican out
jobs now ten a penny ,
this reward
is what we got
,CHORUS
tax there is on everything ,
down to air we breathe,
sick they lie
on trolleys,
as in poor
St Vincent helps them out,
oh leave us
a little on the bone,
as our children
are our future,
ohh whats this bloody nonsense
taxes on our shite ,
as we all struggle hard
in life,
CHORUS
we are the fighting irish,
who fought hard
to keep invaders out,
now tax
the ruling government
with wages way to high,
bring back the armoured car ,
and the f---ing gun
the land of saints and scholars ,
thats were i am from,
we are the servants
of the rich,
who get very little pay
all we get is cuts and more
they gamble
each and every day
CHORUS
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a song i wrote
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