I’ve been on a losing streak
For the best part of my life
Made bad decisions in good faith
Broke my back to pay my debt
We built your roads in fog and heat
To work to earn some decent pay
There’s no Irish no dogs no blacks
Can’t even get a cup of tea
Can’t go home
There’s no one there
My town is empty
Of it’s youth
Refugees
Eight hundred years
No hearts of hatred
From your abuse
We only see
What we’re allowed
What’s expected
Is lost down the backstreets now
Brushed away and washed deep down
To build an empire
A dynasty
I’ll build your roads
For a cup of tea
19/04/2023 Wednesday 682
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