First published in The Knowledge Seekers & The Land Of Cudhabeen.
Blogged now in Tribute to the Master Muse.
The Man Who Strangled The Celtic Tiger
Blogged now in Tribute to the Master Muse.
The Man Who Strangled The Celtic Tiger
Everybody
knows that the Jig's exploded
Everybody
knows, but keeps their fingers crossed.
Everybody
knows that it's nearly over
Everybody
knows us good guys lost.
Everybody
knows we just can't fix-it
The
poor stay poor – the rich stay rich.
That's
how it goes
Everybody
knows.
Everybody
knows that the country's sinking
Everybody
knows that the Builders lied.
Every
Bank's got this terrible feeling
Like
their daddy or their cat just died.
Everybody's
rootin' in their pockets
No
one can buy a bar of chocolate
Or
a single rose
Everybody
knows.
Everybody
knows we tried hard baby
Everybody
knows that we still do.
Everybody
knows I'm from the faithful county
And
I like to take a pint or two.
Everybody
knows I hit the streets
There
were so many people I just had to meet
But,
I kept on my clothes
That
Everybody knows.
I
kept on my clothes, Everybody knows
I
kept on my clothes
Everybody
knows.
I
wrinkle my nose, Everybody knows
That
I wrinkle my nose
Everybody
knows.
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