this city has a spire in the middle,
the needle of irelands despair,
cost us money and lots of our riches,
this is our city so fair,
a government in ruling our ruination,
as the clock in the liffey stood still,
time it is running out,
a country so wild ,
yet so beautiful,
yet this is all we have got,
rocked by mass unemployment,
emegration heavy on everyones heart.
a government yes they destroyed us,
as they made us pay for what they ill got,
bailing out these so called scrouges,
fair is the state of our nation ,
poor in everyones heart,
this is the state of our nation.
rich and peasants miles apart,
gambling our childrens futures,
as job creation,
plays a nessary part,
now this is the state of our country,
ireland a nation in despair