Humane

Sing “Give that fine young pig an Irish passport”
My Father threw away his paper hat
The pig just brought him thanks and said some prayers
For the safe return of his departed head
That’s what he said

If they kick you out you’ll join the Army
We won’t let you lie around this house
I have slaved and prayed
And so will you boy
To leave behind a wretched guilty past

Humane the Humane
Will die with a smile
Firemen and Barmen
Must eat their dinner

The factories were full of dancing bogmen
And the Irish food tycoons, they went to Hong Kong
My Father gave up work ‘cause he’d got so sad
And I ran off to lie and starve and dream

Humane the Humane
Will die with a smile
Firemen and Barmen
Waiting all in a line
And see de Valera, dead pig for a throne
He says “No sun and no stars
Where you’re going”