| You don’t play our songs on radio
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| You say they’re too political!
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| Who controls the mind, where’s the mind’s control?
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| For the music on the airwaves
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| Follows empty minds, those empty heads
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| Play songs of sex and drugs instead
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| Don’t tell them how it really is
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| Won’t MI5 look after you, control your thoughts
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| Feed information to your hearts and minds
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| To save you all from thinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
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| Come all ye witches and you wizards
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| Conjurers and tricksters
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| Change our past!
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| Into a future grand
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| So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns
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| Lackies and West Britons
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| Sing, sing for me!
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| A rousing rebel song
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| And all the kids in school will sing along
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| So, this is your democracy
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| Be silent or agree with me!
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| We’ll revise our past, we’ll change our past
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| To suit this time and moment
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| For things weren’t really all that bad
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| And Ireland’s past was not that sad
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| For otherwise you must be mad
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| Queen Victoria gave two thousand pounds
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| To the dogs and cats home here in Ireland
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| During the famine, she did
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| To keep them all from starvin', starvin', starvin', starvin'
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| Come all ye witches and you wizards
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| Conjurers and tricksters
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| Change our past!
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| Into a future grand
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| So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns
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| Lackies and West Britons
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| Sing, sing for me!
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| A rousing rebel song
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| And all the kids in school will sing along |