Where were you when Ireland made its call?
When our best men were put up against the wall?
Did they dive into our danger zone to liberate our native home?
Boy, I don't remember you at all
But I'm listening to you whinging every day
Saying that the country's gone astray
You say things aren't how they used to be
We're losing our identity
Your kind should fuckin' throw it all away
And every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
But you're blind
The coffin ships, they sailed against the tide
They scattered our grandparents far and wide
And everywhere the boat would stop
A countryman could have a pop
Sad to see you're on the other side
Their boss, he loves to see your type in town
He can use your simple mind and racist frown
He'd stick you with a refugee
There'd be no solidarity
No better way to keep your wages down
And every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
But you're blind
All those years of no respect
All those decades of neglect
That our fathers were put through
Slipping in the long-dead slum
Taking jokes from racist scum
And the Asians got it too
And now the tables have been turned
Just remember who was first
Just remember it could be
It could be you
The country's headin' for a slum again
And you're looking 'round for somebody to blame
You don't blame the bankers for the fall
Or the wankers sitting in the Dáil
And the rich men who drove us all insane
Instead you want to the weak to take the rap
So you're looking at an immigrant and yap
You shout abuse at foreign men
Who haven't ate since God knows when
You keep it up, you'll get a fuckin' slap
'Cause every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
Every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
But you're blind
When our best men were put up against the wall?
Did they dive into our danger zone to liberate our native home?
Boy, I don't remember you at all
But I'm listening to you whinging every day
Saying that the country's gone astray
You say things aren't how they used to be
We're losing our identity
Your kind should fuckin' throw it all away
And every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
But you're blind
The coffin ships, they sailed against the tide
They scattered our grandparents far and wide
And everywhere the boat would stop
A countryman could have a pop
Sad to see you're on the other side
Their boss, he loves to see your type in town
He can use your simple mind and racist frown
He'd stick you with a refugee
There'd be no solidarity
No better way to keep your wages down
And every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
But you're blind
All those years of no respect
All those decades of neglect
That our fathers were put through
Slipping in the long-dead slum
Taking jokes from racist scum
And the Asians got it too
And now the tables have been turned
Just remember who was first
Just remember it could be
It could be you
The country's headin' for a slum again
And you're looking 'round for somebody to blame
You don't blame the bankers for the fall
Or the wankers sitting in the Dáil
And the rich men who drove us all insane
Instead you want to the weak to take the rap
So you're looking at an immigrant and yap
You shout abuse at foreign men
Who haven't ate since God knows when
You keep it up, you'll get a fuckin' slap
'Cause every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
Every one of us were immigrants in our own time
And every patriot knows Irish is a state of mind
But you're blind
inviata da Dq82 - 2/11/2020 - 11:02
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Once Upon A Time In Ireland
Armed only with an acoustic guitar, Ciarán comes across sometimes as a one-man punk army. His songs cover a multitude of topics relating to life in modern day Ireland (and to that north-eastern bit in particular). ‘A Word to the New Irish Racist’ damns those Irish people who suffered racist attitudes from British imperialists for decades, and who themselves now target new arrivals into Ireland
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