Go On Home Troika Tyrants! (tune of go on home british soldiers)

Go on home Troika tyrants go on home
Go and force the austerity budgets on your own
For our homes and jobs we fear, each budget brings a tear
We are not going to pay one cent more

If you stay Troika tyrants if you stay
Our refusal will resist you all the way
We won't pay the household charge
We'll take to the streets and march
So get out Troika tyrants while you may

So go on home Troika tyrants go on home
Go and force the austerity budgets on your own
For our homes and jobs we fear, each budget brings a tear
We are not going to pay one cent more

We not British, we're not German, we're not French
We are Irish and proud beyond can be
So fuck you IMF its not the peoples debt
So now get out EU bastards let us be


So go on home Troika tyrants go on home
Go and force the austerity budgets on your own
For our homes and jobs we fear, each budget brings a tear
We are not going to pay one cent more


We will resist the Bailout for the cause
Our sovereignty can only belong to us
Throughout our history we've fought the British to be free
And we will bow to no law but our own


So go on home Troika tyrants go on home
Go and force the austerity budgets on your own
For our homes and jobs we fear, each budget brings a tear
We are not going to pay one cent more


Go on home Troika tyrants go on home
Go and force the austerity budgets on your own
For our homes and jobs we fear, each budget brings a tear
We are not going to pay one cent more

New Republic

A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be screwed by the powers that be
Who cut public spending and hike up the tax
As they claim unvouched expenses to play golf and relax

They'll try charge us for water that falls free from the skies
Closed down A&E's and not admit to their lies
That Roscommon would retain all the services it rendered
A pre-election promise with no value intended

It's a basic human right to have a place to call home
Yet a stealth house charge is the next levy to come
Not even in and but plans to have it increased
The working class hero's once again fleeced

The change people voted for was not for the worse
Yet Fine Gael and Labour keep robbing our purse
Fianna Fail are out and we should be glad
But Kenny's posse are just as bad

If you stop to think we voted in the same
No difference in ideology just a different name
Treaty politics are outdated and tribal
We need new direction for a future that's viable

Its time to default and burn the bondholders
Who new of the risks before the banks imploded
It will unburden the debt that has ended our sovereignty
And keep those on the breadline from the clutches of poverty

It's time for real change and not more lip service
Its time to elect representatives that serve us
A new Republic and a new proclaimation 
It's time for the people to reclaim our Nation

Rob-on Rob-all Fianna Fail

 Oh Fianna Fail are finished, no more power will they seize
 They have forced Irish youth to emigrate overseas
Due to the policies of Fianna Fail, the country's gone to the wall
 So bring on the next election and banish them from the Dail

 Oh rob on rob all Fianna Fail, there is blood upon your hands
You took brown envelopes from developers to rezone many lands
Now ghost estates blind our eyes, as we live in economic hell
And we've no natural gas to burn your ass cause you sold it cheap to Shell

To be a chancer is to be Irish, we are gamblers to the core
Whether bingo, horses, greyhounds or predicting first player to score
But Fianna Fail gambled bailing out the banks and with NAMA burdened us all
Then raised tax and made savage budget cuts as they milked expenses in the Dail

Oh rob on rob all Fianna Fail, there is blood upon your hands
You took brown envelopes from developers to rezone many lands
Now ghost estates blind our eyes, as we live in economic hell
And we've no natural gas to burn your ass cause you sold it cheap to Shell

Too long we'e watched in horror as they squandered our wealth away
But not for too long more now until we finally have our say
Due to the policies of Fianna Fail, the country's gone to the wall
 So bring on the next election and banish them from the Dail

 Oh rob on rob all Fianna Fail, there is blood upon your hands
You took brown envelopes from developers to rezone many lands
Now ghost estates blind our eyes, as we live in economic hell
And we've no natural gas to burn your ass cause you sold it cheap to Shell

Brian Cowan you clown make me Taoiseach!

Brian Cowan you clown you have brought our country down
To her knees with the begging bowl to try and fill a financial hole
Caused by rogue bankers, property developing fucking wankers
And gobshites in the Dail who watched and did fuckall
Except pick up their hefty paycheck as the economy sank like a shipwreck
To the darkest depth over-burdened by national debt
Thats rising like an erection and in need of monetary correction
But we cannot control our interest rate as the ECB control our financial fate
Our sovereignty a distant dream as the EU rule supreme
By the might of Germany and France and we don't have a fucking chance
Unless we drop the Euro urgently and reclaim independent currency
Then we can default by inflation if we use our imagination
Tell the Germans and the French we are emerging from our trench
To fight their greedy interest rates and regain control of our financial fate
But we need a socialist solution and to start a revolution
So make me Taoiseach for the day................and I will lead the way!

Sevenlings............

I wanted a laptop,
Some dvds
And a mountain bike.

I got a jumper,
Some woolly socks
And major disapointment.

It's a recession in Lapland too.


A pint of stout
A high-stool in the corner
A pipe of tobacco

A bacardi and coke
A duke-box in the corner
A walk outside to smoke

Send me back to Cricklewood


I controlled on the chest,
Turned on the spot
Before vollying home

I ran to the crowd
Kissing the crest
As they chanted my name

Then morning made it disappear


Romance & Passion
Someone to grow old with
To have beautiful children

Someone to cook
Someone to clean
Someone to blame

It's a recipe for divorce

Ese Che, el que fue Ernesto

His father Ernesto Guevara Lynch
His mother Celia de la Serna
Their Spanish and Irish blood combined
To give us Ernesto 'Che' Guevara

This man Che
The one who was Ernesto
Until he travelled South America
Upon 'la Pederosa'

It was a journey of a lifetime
With Alberto his dearest friend
He was touched by the peoples sufferung
He wished to bring their poverty to an end

Latin America was bleeding dry
Their resources pimped by Yanks
Who lined their greedy pockets
A legacy of poverty was their thanks

Despotic leaders stood idly by
Bribes lined their pockets well
They lived a life of luxury
while their people lived in hell

Che joined the Cuban Revolution
With Raul and Fidel Castro
To fight a US backed dictator
A tyrant called Batista

Che's rebels beat Batista's men
In the battle of Santa Clara
Fidel's men completed the work
With victory in Havana

Che helped to set up the communist state
Then travelled the world around
Listening for the oppressed voice
So to Bolivia he was bound

On October the 9th '69 he was captured
Then sentenced for to die
C.I.A backed Bolivian soldiers shot him
And kept his body to hide

From Argentina to Chile
From Peru to Venezuala
From a revolutionist in Cuba
To a martyr in Bolivia

Parallel Universe

One mans terrorist
Is another mans freedom fighter
One mans suicide bomber
Is considered by others a martyr

Some say the axis of evil
Consists of Iran, North Korea and Cuba
Others say the axis of evil
Consists of England, Israel and America

If you are from the capitalist West
It seems starting an illegal war is legal
If you're from the U.S backed Israel
Feel free to oppress the Palestinian people

What's the difference between Zimbabwe and Iraq?
Iraq is nourished with oil as Zimbabwe's on her knees with starvation
As the West profited, invading Iraq made sense
But Zimbabwe is condemned as an unprofitable occupation