You've lied so much your teeth have become rotten
Yellow and stained from all the shite you've been talking
And it's left to us to pick up the pieces
With smiles on our faces
Say no to wanker landlords running the country
Say no to paying someone else's mortgage your whole life
Say no to living in a tent and being happy with it
Say no to having to pay yourself into debt
To keep on top of your mental health and stability
Just say no
Say no to being told lies your whole existence
Say no to gentrification
Say fuck off to five days a week
Listening to some prick telling ya how to lift a box
Just say no
Say no to being hardworking
And getting stuck your whole life to a wife beating legend
Say no to Tayto and yes to King
Say no to bus drivers who can't pretend
They love their job for two minutes
And if it was up to me
I'd have your head on a fucking plate
And this song goes out to any two-faced prick politician
Making money off a mother and two kids for a bedsit
Your day will fucking come but I'm here to tell ya
You've abandoned the last shred of decency you had left in ya
You've fucked us
And I'm supposed to be quiet?
Proven to have a head like Gemma O'Doherty
With no brain cells to rub together
Just like her you've gone and proved yourself once again
This country's fucked
And it's us picking up the pieces for ya
Yet again it's us picking up the pieces
The Dail Eireann bar hopping every fucking day 'cause
You clowns can't fucking figure out what to do
I get panic attacks daily because of your fuck ups
And I'm supposed to smile
Fuck you
And take this song with ya
And I've opened enough fortune cookies
To know my wish isn't coming true
I hope you're happy with your salaries
And your raises
And all the big heads in RTÉ
All the heads in the Dáil
Every single one of you's looking down on us
I just hope you're happy and I hope you hear this fucking song
And realize that the next one's gonna name every single one of ya's
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Death to the landlord
Death to the landlord, good riddance to ya