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The Ballad Of The Downtrodden

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The Ballad Of The Downtrodden. Written By Micka O'Brien From Dublin Ireland. Here's The Reason Why Micka Wrote The Song. I am 20 years old, soon to be 21. I wrote this song in October 2010 (aged 18). It is about Ireland's working class being brought to our knees by greedy politicians and bankers. Im proud to say, it is completely original. I am very proud of the strong lyrics in this song and if this helps me to bring it to a bigger audience, all the better. Thank you for the opportunity.

Verse one:
On this fine country they brought shame,
and now they don't accept the blame.
Greedy bankers and a fat cat government,
the crimes they commit escape punishment.
 
 
Chorus:
From crooked politicians doing deals with their friends,
they caused this shite but can't bring an end.
The workin' man takes the brunt of the pain,
the public cries out but it's always in vein.
 
 
Verse two:
Every day on the streets below,
there's homeless people and they're out in the cold.
And now they hand out these free blocks of cheese,
and all these people are meant to be pleased
 
[Chorus]
 
 
Verse three:
Now we suffer because the economy has faltered,
We've seen the Celtic tiger slaughtered.
But for ordinary people it never existed.
It served the upper class pockets.
 
[Chorus]
 
Verse Four:
For our independence, Gallant men died,
Don't throw it away, please have some pride.
For this freedom, those citizens were brave.
If they saw us now, they'd turn in their graves
Chorus x2

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