Echo, echo, echo, the lights, they go
The lights, they go, the lights, they go
Echo, echo
[Verse 2]
Selling genocide and half-cut pride, I understand
I had to be there from the start, I had to be the fucking man
It was a clamber of the life, I sucked the ring off every hand
Had 'em plying me with drink, even met with their demands
And I loved you like a penny loves the pocket of a priest
And I'll love you 'til the grass around my gravestone is deceased
And I'm heading for the cokeys, I will tell them 'bout it all
'Bout the gall of Fine Gael and the fail of Fianna Fáil
