With a wink and a grin they fill us with shit
It's all that spews from their gobs
Slithering along the campaign trail
Plenty of snakes still in Ireland and they're telling tall tales
Yes they're ll the rage
Welcome to Dáil bar it's election night and the real punks are out yes the real punks are out
There's Joan Burton wearing a Joy Division T-shirt
She hopes her pleasures remain unknown
She's drinking piss from a slipper, they say nothing lasts forever
Then they've clearly never tried to have a wank to her picture
I'm pure mortified, I'm pure mortified, I'm not mortified
At the post punk election party in a country that has no use for an army
At the post punk election party
It's enough to drive the whole place barmy at the post punk election party Look there's Enda on the dancefloor
And he's shifting the face off Varadker in their own recovery position
Their own recovery position
Come Friday will they be so in love will they find the housing crisis cure
What makes it so obscure I'm not so sure
Just grab the hospital beds that you found in a skip
Unlock the ghost estates and let the homeless move in
Just grab the hospital beds that you found in a skip
Unlock the ghost estates and let the homeless move in
For your sins
We were shot by both sides
When Labour arrived they stole all of Fianna Fáil's best smiles
There's Willie O'dea jumping up and down on the parish
Pump his public image is staring down a pistol, give me some wisdom
Willie give me some wisdom
I'll see you at my funeral
Look sexy at my funeral
Michael Noonan grins like a dog with two mickeys
He's sporting a new mohawk wig
He once fed five thousand peasants from the back of a skip
We owe him a living his pensions not so giving
We're the pennys to his ignorance
He oinks with beligerence and sticks muck in his ears
He'll never hear you scream
He'll never hear you scream
He'll never hear you scream
At the post punk election party in a country that has no use for an army
At the post punk election party
It's enough to drive the whole place barmy at the post punk election party
Gerry Adams scream I wasn't a terrorist look that joke isn't funny anymore
Can you stand this heat, do you need relief
Oh the north is such a chore
Let the Gardaí come and arrest me, their merely Fine Gael's security firm
Follow them around like a pack of hounds
Their just as scared as you or me of death sanctions
Overflowing embankments, regeneration encampments
Water rates and budget cuts
We're all prostitutes in Dennis O'Briens eyes
He lurks in the shadows sharpening his knives
We're the cracks in the pavement of their silk road
Hurdles they jump to keep their greed afloat
A PPS number a statistic they bought and sold setting us
Budgets that cripple and enslave the gap of Dunloe couldn't hold our rage
A hundred years since the rising alas a new dawn is shining
Heroes of 16 forever live on and on
They fought for our rights they fought their lives they fought for your rights
At the post punk election party in a country that has no use for an army
At the post punk election party
It's enough to drive the whole place barmy at the post punk election party
At the post punk election party
Jan take the fall witch trials for all
Labour but a name shame on you all
Jan take the fall witch trials for all
Labour but a name shame on you all
Jan take the fall witch trials for all
Labour but a name shame on you all
Jan Take the fall witch trials for all
Labour but a name shame on you all
Shame on you all
Shame on you all