Oh God, help us all from hypocrites
There so many of those fools around
Some go out to meet the man, Trump
When he should stay on our Irish ground
he shakes the hand of that dictators
But what could we really expect?
It takes one to know one, a traitor
Well time will tell as it goes by each day
As the chock go around and around
Well we all know what the wise folks say
What goes around comes back again another day
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