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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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