Kneecap - LIARS TALE - Tekst piosenki

Tekst piosenki

Níor chóir glacadh leis, níl maitheas ar bith
In their politics for you and me
Níor chóir glacadh leis, belly of the beast
Ocras orm arís, Fenian overseas

Tá mé tinn de bheith i gcónaí switched on
How come It’s always on me
To be sorting everything, run along fuck sake
I’m sick of you cunts
That’s it I’m going off the grid faoin tuath
chuig Rath Chairn ghlas na Mí
Má fheiceann tú sa tsráid me there’s nothing to see I’m going for a chowder and a dip in the sea
Agus pionta leann dubh that’s a little bit of me

Kneecap always filling the void.
Níl uaimse ach faic a dhéanamh just chill with the boys. Ach bíonn orm dul ar stáise, making
some noise. Ag déanamh post polaiteoir that they’re tryna avoid.

You’re not getting away with fuck all,
You’re not getting away with doing nothin,
Ní dhéanfaidh muid dearmad ar an lucht seo,
You think we’d move on and forget what happened.
Nah fuck Keir Starmer, Netanyahu’s bitch and genocide armer, Better off as compost for
farmers.

Every time I watch I cringe and I’m embarrassed.
Ní bheidh sé ariamh nó anois mo mheon.
No escaping it le feiceáil ar do phone
Níl mise sásta suí ar mo thóin
Twiddling thumbs, when folks lose their home.

CHORUS x 2
Sean-scéal agus meirg air
Ag sú bod America
Ag iarraidh aird agus cúpla punt
oh man you’re a silly wee
Sean-scéal agus meirg air
Ag sú bod America
Ag iarraidh aird agus cúpla punt
oh man you’re a silly wee
Níl ionat ach tory, gléasta in Labour clothing,
Never seen a cunt so boring, with a resting face of loathing. Personality stolen look a Constant
state of condolence. Your face tells a story, like there’s washing to be folded.
Nach dtuigeann siad cé muid féin

You were popular way back when
people did whatever they want
nobody stood in their way
Ats colonial cringe
now we’re lookin back-paid
ag iarraidh
achan rud ar ais
Na sé chontae,
And the artifacts
we’ll be takin all that,
Look mate,
the paddies are back
Is tá deireadh le do ríocht
And that’s a fact

CHORUS x 2

English Translation

CHORUS
It shouldn’t be accepted,
their politics is no good
For you and me
It shouldn’t be accepted,
Belly of the beast
I’m hungry again,
Fenian overseas

I’m sick of always being switched on
How come
It’s always on me
To be sorting everything
Run along fuck sake
I’m sick of you cunts
That’s it I’m going off the grid in the country side To the green Rath Chairn of Meath
If you see me in the street there’s nothing to see I’m going for a chowder and a dip in the sea
And a pint of the black stuff that’s a little bit of me

Kneecap always filling the void.
I don’t have to do anything. Chill with the boys. But I have to go on stage, making some noise.
Doing the politicians jobs that they’re tryna avoid.
You’re not getting away with fuck all,
You’re not getting away with doing nothin,
We won’t forget this crowd,
You think we’d move on and forget what happened.
Nah fuck Keir Starmer, Netanyahu’s bitch and genocide armer, Better off as compost for
farmers.
Every time I watch I cringe and I’m embarrassed.

It’s not now and won’t ever be my mindset
No escaping it you can see it on your phone
I’m not happy to just sit on my hole
Twiddling thumbs, when folks lose their home.

CHORUS x 2

Old story with rust on it
Suckin America’s dick
Looking for attention and a couple of pound
oh man you’re a silly wee
Old story with rust on it
Suckin America’s dick
Looking for attention and a couple of pound
oh man you’re a silly wee
You’re just a tory, dressed in Labour clothing, Never seen a cunt so boring, with a resting face
of loathing. Personality stolen look a Constant state of condolence. Your face tells a story, like
there’s washing to be folded.
Do they not understand who we are
You were popular way back when
people did whatever they want
nobody stood in their way
Ats colonial cringe
now we’re lookin back paid
We want everything back
The six counties
And the artifacts
we’ll be takin all that,
Look mate,
the paddies are back
And your kingdom’s finished
And that’s a fact