The Pikeys

The A.R.A.

Take me back to the Bushmills that I left on the porch

Far away from all the bullshit, grab a pitch fork and a torch

I see the Rich Man and the Tax Man, what else do I fucking say

Maybe what we need is an American IRA

Who’s fucking who is what they say on the TV

Oppressive Pop-Rock culture, makes me fucking scream

Bring home the spoils, take an eye for a tooth

Mandatory morals, blood stained youth

Give us back our country again.  Nothing more and nothing less.

Life or death, it’s up to you.

Greedy rightwing bastards, high up in their tower

Fuck those lefty hypocrites that stand on poor folk for their power

They sell us what we want to hear, and teach us all to buy it

Grab your hat, shot of whisky, mask – let’s start a fucking riot

Flipping cop cars over, smashing windows with truck tires

Angry shouts and tear-gas clouds and setting fucking fires

Bring home the spoils, take an eye for a tooth

Mandatory morals, blood stained youth

Angry reckless howling, shout up at the sky

Bring down the establishment and let shillelagh fly

I see the Rich Man and the Tax Man, what else do I fucking say

Maybe what we need is an American IRA

Who’s fucking who is what they say on the TV

Oppressive Pop-Rock culture, makes me fucking scream

Bring home the spoils, take an eye for a tooth

Mandatory morals, blood stained youth

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