Chords with lyrics
Key: D MajorD
🎸 Intro:
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🎸 Verse:
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Well, don't blame the idler who sits on the corner, sits on a corner a-cupping their hand,
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But blame the idler who owns the apartments, built by his cronies on ex-public land.
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Don't blame the idler who does the odd nixer, does the odd nixer while drawing the dole,
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But blame the Landlord, his car's like a concorde, and he's charging fierce rent for a string of shit holes.
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Well, don't blame the idler who sits on the bar stool, sits on a bar stool besotted each day,
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But blame the clergy, a-preachin' how dare they, pushing their baskets and subscriptions to pay.
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Well, don't blame the idler not taxing his motor, not taxing his motor when tax it he must,
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But blame the idler who stands at the checkpoint, just doing his job while the tax rate's unjust.
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Well, don't blame the idler who sits in their kitchen, sits in their kitchen with needle and spoon,
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But blame the blue shots for austerity and budget cuts, that allow more young souls to perish too soon.
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Don't blame the idler who comes to this country, comes to this country a-seekin their home,
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But blame the idler who forgets their history, and says "Ireland is full" or "Look after our own".
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See, don't blame the small man, your brothers your sisters,
your brothers your sisters if they're blamed they might seem,
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We live under a system not built to assist them, they survive on mere crumbs while the rich take the cream.
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So these the true idlers are far worse than any, they're far worse than any above or below,
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A augmentedA now, povertys patrons worst divils than satan, and you can be sure straight to hell they will go.