Usins and Themins

USINS & THEMINS Usins had a funeral, for a boy who’d seen enough He hung himself on Wednesday, up in Ballyduff Themins had a funeral, for a girl who died too soon She’d been bullied all her life, on the streets of Lenadoon Usins vote the same way, we’ve done it through the years We close ranks for protection, when election fever nears Themins vote the same way, they’re stuck in history They do it to annoy us; it’s plain for all to see Themins can’t be trusted and they never ever could They’re eyes are close together and they started this whole feud Though Usins won’t be sainted for the things done in the past It kinda makes you wonder, how long this hate will last Usins kinda look the same, as themins down the street We also breathe the same air, though we kick with different feet Usins are like Themins in a lot of different ways Perhaps we’re not as far apart as everybody says