I am sick and tired of hearing Leader Questions in the Dail
Sure it a sham, while they are still blaming Fianna Fáil
We see them carry on, day after day, year after year
As we watch them jabber on, while they grin and sneer.
Yes, Ireland is recovering for the wealthy Irish rich
The poor are becoming destitute and sleeping in the ditch
Yes, our leaders are full of healthiness, smiling all the way.
While the young and old and waiting on trolleys day after day.
Its common sense that after a recession a recover come along
But to hear them talk in the chamber you think they did no wrong
Well the did, they made us promises galore when on their campaign
Told us lies, just to get our votes, we are paying dearly, for their rein.
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