They Don't Play Our Songs on Radio - The Wolfe Tones

You don’t play our songs on radio

You say they’re too political!

Who controls the mind, where’s the mind’s control?

For the music on the airwaves

Follows empty minds, those empty heads

Play songs of sex and drugs instead

Don’t tell them how it really is

Won’t MI5 look after you, control your thoughts

Feed information to your hearts and minds

To save you all from thinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'

Come all ye witches and you wizards

Conjurers and tricksters

Change our past!

Into a future grand

So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns

Lackies and West Britons

Sing, sing for me!

A rousing rebel song

And all the kids in school will sing along

So, this is your democracy

Be silent or agree with me!

We’ll revise our past, we’ll change our past

To suit this time and moment

For things weren’t really all that bad

And Ireland’s past was not that sad

For otherwise you must be mad

Queen Victoria gave two thousand pounds

To the dogs and cats home here in Ireland

During the famine, she did

To keep them all from starvin', starvin', starvin', starvin'

Come all ye witches and you wizards

Conjurers and tricksters

Change our past!

Into a future grand

So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns

Lackies and West Britons

Sing, sing for me!

A rousing rebel song

And all the kids in school will sing along