The Wolfe Tones - Radio Toor-I-Li-Ay lyrics
[The Wolfe Tones - Radio Toor-I-Li-Ay lyrics]
You don't play our songs on radio
You say they're too political!
Who controls the mind
Where's the mind's control?
For the music on the airwaves
Follows empty minds, those empty heads
Play songs of sex and drugs instead
Don't tell them how it really is
Won't MI5 look after you
Control your thoughts
Feed information to your hearts and minds
To save you all from
Thinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
Come all ye witches and you wizards
Conjurers and tricksters change our past!
Into a future grand
So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns
Lackies and West Britons sing, sing for me!
A rousing rebel song
And all the kids in school will sing along
So, this is your democracy
Be silent or agree with me!
We'll revise our past
We'll change our past
To suit this time and moment
For things weren't really all that bad
And Ireland's past was not that sad
For otherwise you must be mad
Queen Victoria gave two thousand pounds
To the dogs and cats home here in Ireland
During the famine, she did
To keep them all from
Starvin', starvin', starvin', starvin'
Come all ye witches and ye wizards
Conjurers and tricksters change our past!
Into a future grand
So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns
Lackies and West Britons sing, sing for me!
A rousing rebel song
And all the kids in school will sing along
You say they're too political!
Who controls the mind
Where's the mind's control?
For the music on the airwaves
Follows empty minds, those empty heads
Play songs of sex and drugs instead
Don't tell them how it really is
Won't MI5 look after you
Control your thoughts
Feed information to your hearts and minds
To save you all from
Thinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
Come all ye witches and you wizards
Conjurers and tricksters change our past!
Into a future grand
So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns
Lackies and West Britons sing, sing for me!
A rousing rebel song
And all the kids in school will sing along
So, this is your democracy
Be silent or agree with me!
We'll revise our past
We'll change our past
To suit this time and moment
For things weren't really all that bad
And Ireland's past was not that sad
For otherwise you must be mad
Queen Victoria gave two thousand pounds
To the dogs and cats home here in Ireland
During the famine, she did
To keep them all from
Starvin', starvin', starvin', starvin'
Come all ye witches and ye wizards
Conjurers and tricksters change our past!
Into a future grand
So come all ye gombeen men and seáníns
Lackies and West Britons sing, sing for me!
A rousing rebel song
And all the kids in school will sing along