co-chordadh nach bris

hallo, hallo, tha rudan a' dol gu math ann an chez Ceannfalamh, agus tha mi air duilleag 57 a' ruighinn nam nobhail, tha seo an deidh na h-ar-a-mach agus iomadh fhilleadh eile sa phlot. Ach co-dhiu, 's e bardachd a tha nad aire, agus mar sin, seo e

God forgotten monsterisms
Preach death to the dismal defied
All kinds of hopeless posturing
Bring intellects to be denied
By material causes of state
And monsterish causes of Satan
Lenin dictates and Trotsky overrates
The mind with their program of raping
If toilets are meant to be flushed
To expel their cargoes of waste
Lets purge ourselves of the fascists
Who dress up in red let's make haste
Before the world is condemned
By men who from heaven descend
To live in a Labourish night
And dream of a Tory nightmare
The ideology is becoming irrelevant
It's power that makes us aware
That command is the opposite of love
And rule the antithesis of freedom
Let's annihilate all bureaucrats
Beginning with Satanic huns
All members of parties are dead
All voters make faith their death wish
It's time to clear out the zombies
And make them a fillet of fish
How much nutrition in a Tory
How much sustenance in Labour
Tonight we dine on Communists
Tomorrow we'll do you a favour
By pickling your councillor
And broiling your MSP
All Gods are dead all politicians
Are entrees made of Tweedledee

Eanraig Eanraig feumaidh gu bheil fios agad air cat Eanraig 'S e cat socair buidhe a th'ann

cheers
dai