Alchemisland

Man, Dublin has always been a dirty old town but lately it’s gone down the pan

Clearly there’s no plan in place

The boys used to be back in town 

Now the boys are in tents by the canal

Canal is anything but grand, swanbellies colour of sand

More weil’s disease than a sick bike, in the upper saloon there is no standing

Spire needs sanding down, we are made to fight like mandingos

Ringo’s peace and love motto rings hollow, Berlin yesterday Ringsend tomorrow

Using borrowed terminology, the Finglas SS mete out prick’s judgement

A load of small-balled, smaller brained arselings

Better off dead with the funeral fudge sent

Scent of vomit sour, a sense of an hour’s drawing near

They draw the curtains in fear of what they will see and hear

They say look to the sea, the boats that come are evil deeds

What world this, Rosa Park when asked left her seat, the suits repeat the party lines

Orchestra to long bread lines

The Luas tracks like battle lines, dividing the sides

The total and utter sideshow, a slide show of repeating histories

When death calls men up to die, every single Irish man his hand skies

When Irishmen call each other up to have pride, say what they deride, they fail to rise

At Easter time, the ides were bad, the ideals were good, check the tide

And try again, there’s always next time 

So many tribes, so much wounded pride

So much useless chiding and back riding

So much backsliding down the slippery slope to the nineteenth century

Soon, the poor house will seem like a sanctuary

Toothless, ruthless facebook addicts, pedo hunters hassling punters, dole rebels

Total cunters, gutterers and gurriers, gut you and chuck you in the Liffey

Their hate cries ring out like bells and waken hells this emerald isle little needs, I tell you

Terminally online these windowlicking subprimes

Be the master race were it not for your drooping, incest-tugged face, taste

In cheap ratpoison heroin, and numerous cases of unprovoked GBH

We’re all part of the human race except you tumours, ill-humoured and contused

With junk, poppydrip users, Fatima Mansion drug abusers turned race abusers

Chaos when it’s hot, shirtless mobs and swimming togs, calling in sick to jobs

Thronging the streets in vast oily units, getting shitfaced and throwing jabs.