Chan eil moran air fhagail

Hallo a chairdean, a-nis nuair a tha stat nam poileas gar ceannsachadh de na b'fhearr na bardachd, ach gu mi-fhortanach, tha mi a' ruith a-mach a stuth math. Chan eil an uidhear agam sa b'abhaist.
Bidh sibh sgith dhiom aig a' cheann thall, ach seo e co-dhiu

They supported Hitler
They supported Franco
The British ruling class
Has got to go
The Nazi-funding sybarites
Are sycophants of Anti-Semites
Nietszchian blood-suckers
And malingering kiddy fuckers
So fuck them over all at once
From Tony B to David Bunce
We'll drown their screams in blood
And bury them in mud
Priest, priest, priest
Knuckle, knuckle, knuckle
Blair, Brown, Blunkett
Buckle, buckle, buckle
And that goes for that fucker Clarke too

A-nise, fear nas aighearaiche

She expects to be a force of nature
And I suppose she is
Like Boudicca dancing over the abyss
A demi-god in pale earthenware

But the way she forced herself into my room
Undressing as she came
Showed what men could never tame
Was mine as my disaster loomed

I grow tired of all these visions
They're so exciting, for a failure
Like me, with all my fission

Viewed in a slightly holy light
It reminds me of my feelings
For her, and how she turns