My Irish punk radical manifesto

We don't like the police.
We got a hair trigger to call you on oppression.
We don't admire the British monarch,
nor swoon and giggle at the tabloid stories
of her wayward progeny and their stupid worries.
Not even if they marry a black American girl,
and make her queen for 15 weeks.
We get angry at bullshit,
we drink, we fight (with words),
you got some kind of fucking problem with that?
We too don't like Mondays.
But we like literature, we've contributed some.
Even in their language.
No living persons died when we massacred their images.
Boss me that bullshit again, and I'll destroy some more,
why not, starts me up
If you are going to talk religion, for chrissake take it seriously
or go back to Britain where you come from.
No, David, God is not an American.
We’s a fucking revolutionary republican,
speaks our language, ya know.
yours is an empire,
we're talking anarchy.
We got a line, not your whine
on the Oppressions.
They’re always in sessions.
The news: don't like it, it's shit.
It's worth some lists, like those great catalogues of ships.
I'm a fighting man,
Pour up or shut up.
We mean it, man.