Death to the Landlord

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 Death to the landlord Death to the landlord, good riddance to ya