In a car-park, outside the hospital ground
Many Ambulance acting as wards were found
Some folks were inside the hospital on trollies lines
Sick people waiting for some medical help signs
It is 2017 and we are living under that regime
That bunch left us down so many time before
One wonder if this would be regarded as a crime
robbed our dignity, why should we take this any more
This is Ireland where they welcome all to come
But leave their own citizens to the four winds
Children that never sleep in a proper home
Homeless as they wander in and out off inn's
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Think of the homeless baby born in Bethlehem
Think of the three kings that gave him lots of gems
While here in Ireland the cruel regime strips, us bare
Then force the poor on to the street, for they don't care
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