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
Everybody knows that the Jig's explodedEverybody knows, but keeps their fingers crossed.Everybody knows that it's nearly overEverybody knows us good guys lost.Everybody knows we just can't fix-itThe poor stay poor – the rich stay rich.That's how it goesEverybody knows.
Everybody knows that the country's sinkingEverybody knows that the Builders lied.Every Bank's got this terrible feelingLike their daddy or their cat just died.
Everybody's rootin' in their pocketsNo one can buy a bar of chocolateOr a single roseEverybody knows.
Everybody knows we tried hard babyEverybody knows that we still do.Everybody knows I'm from the faithful countyAnd I like to take a pint or two.Everybody knows I hit the streetsThere were so many people I just had to meetBut, I kept on my clothesThat Everybody knows.
I kept on my clothes, Everybody knowsI kept on my clothesEverybody knows.
I wrinkle my nose, Everybody knowsThat I wrinkle my nose
Everybody knows.
Published on November 11, 2016 02:10