Ode to my wallet
The Tiger & his roar has long left this shore
Politicians, bankers & developers made us a whore
Beelzebub removes our underwear as I write
The PAYE folk will be burdened with the shite
The bastards whose creation fucked a nation
Bending us over, a reminder of our station
Can you feel that says Lenihan, well there's more to come
Wait till Biffo's schlong fills your bum
The Tribesman Tents in which they plotted our demise
Can be used as shelters, Oh, FF voters weren't you wise
With their highflying pals & their snouts in our trough
Did the rising tide not carry all boats ? well tough !
I here call upon all right thinking people
To take to the streets & topple their steeple
Burn the churches, eat the rich
Remind Biffo & Co. that they're our bitch
"I don't want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there."
Oscar Wilde