T.a.L Songtext
von Chasing Abbey

Big dirty banquet for big dirty liars
Dressed in the best of the best attire
Sent from hell but you can tell
A fella once told me you know by the smell
You know by the walk and you know by the smile
Real intentions dressed in disguise
No concern for you and me
They′re singing tiocfaidh ár lá in the field and the streets

They're singing tiocfaidh ár lá in the field and the streets


Sick of the bullshit
Sick of the lies
The bastards screw you for the price of a pint
The rich get rich and the rich go blind
And pure greed wins every time
One for sorrow
Two for joy
I′d rather put my faith in a fucking magpie
Pretend to play the pipe of peace
They're singing tiocfaidh ár lá in the field and the streets

They're singing tiocfaidh ár lá in the field and the streets

You can have what you desire
Sell your soul to fuel the fire
Be the problem be the risk
Put yourself at the top of the list
Empathy is for the weak
More money is what you need
Keep them down cause now I see
They′re singing tiocfaidh ár lá in the field and the streets

They′re singing tiocfaidh ár lá in the field and the streets