Your million dollar salary
stolen from us islanders
who have no way to travel
but take your boats home
charging us millions
for your fat pay cheque
I want you fired now
You have robbed us blind
Sunk the queen of the north
Over charged us each trip
You take home twenty thousand
That is your weeks salary
Imagine that as a pay packet
While we struggle to find
Eighty five dollars to board
Stealing our ferry money
every week stealing ours
To over pay yourself well
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Christmas 2010
Posted some cards from Patzcuro
otherwise this season is gone
it is only a matter of waiting
till the turkey cooks slowly
snow ice frost in Ireland
pity the poor wee robin
otherwise this season is gone
it is only a matter of waiting
till the turkey cooks slowly
snow ice frost in Ireland
pity the poor wee robin
Never travel When Your Sick
Never travel when your sick
It only gets much worse
Your in a far of place
Dreaming of your own bed
Throwing up in bathrooms
unfamiliar territory
better stay home now
home where you know
the lay of the land
It only gets much worse
Your in a far of place
Dreaming of your own bed
Throwing up in bathrooms
unfamiliar territory
better stay home now
home where you know
the lay of the land
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