You’ve lied so much your teeth have become rotten
Yellow and stained from all the Shite you’ve been talking
And it’s left to us to pick up the pieces with smiles on our faces.
Say no to wanker landlords running the country
Say no to paying someone else’s mortgage your whole life
Say no to living in a tent and being happy with it
Say no to having to pay yourself into debt to keep on top of your mental health and
stability, just say no.
Say no to being told lies your whole existence
Say no to gentrification
Say fuck off to five days a week listening to some prick telling ya how to lift a box
Say no to being hardworking and getting stuck your whole life to a wife beating legend
Say no to Tayto and yes to King
Say no to bus drivers who can’t pretend to love their Jobs for two minutes
And if it was up to me…
I’d have your head on a fucking plate
And this song goes out to any two-faced prick politician making money off a mother and
two kids for a bedsit.
Your day is gonna come! I’ll be here to remind you! You’ve fucked us.
And I’m supposed to be quiet?
Proven to have a head like Emma O’Doherty with no brain cells to rub together.
Just like her you’ve gone and proved yourself once again this country’s fucked
and it’s us picking up the pieces, yet again it’s us picking up the pieces.
The Dail Eireann bar hopping every day because you clowns can’t fucking figure out
what to do.
I get panic attacks daily because of your fuck ups and I’m supposed to
smile?
Fuck you and take this song with yas.
I’ve opened enough fortune cookies to know my wish aint coming through.
Death to the Landlord! Good Riddance to yas!