The Idler

[Verse 1]

Well don't blame the idler who sits on the corner

Sits on a corner a cup in their hand

But blame the ider who owns the apartments

Built by his cronies on ex-public lands

[Verse 2]

Don't blame the idler who does the odd nixer

Does the odd nixer while drawing the dole

But blame the landlord his car's like a Concorde

And he's charging fierce rent for a string of shitholes

[Verse 3]

Well don't blame the idler who sits on the barstool

Sits on the barstool besotted each day

But blame the clergy a-preaching "how dare thee?"

Pushing their baskets some subscriptions to pay

[Verse 4]

Well don't blame the idler not taxing his motor

Not taxing his motor when tax it he must

But blame the idler who stands at the checkpoint

Ah just doing his job while the tax rate's unjust

[Verse 5]

Well don't blame the idler who sits in the kitchen

Sits in the kitchen with needle and spoon

Oh, but blame the Blueshirts for austerity and budget cuts

That allow more young souls to perish too soon

[Verse 6]

Well don't blame the idler who comes to this country

Comes to this country a-seeking their home

But blame the idler who forgets their history

And says "Ireland is full" or "Look after our own"

[Verse 7]

See don't blame the small man your brothers your sisters

Your brothers your sisters if they're blamed they might see

We live under a system not built to assist them

They survive on mere crumbs while the rich take the cream

[Verse 8]

So these, the true idlers, are far worse than any

They're far worse than any above or below

Oh they're poverty's patrons worse devils then Satan

And you can be sure straight to hell they will go