scary eire – the dole q lyrics
[verse 1]
it’s thursday, fairly early in the morning
i’m lyin’ in the bed, me head is kind of sore
and the ma is roarin’ at me
“get up ya lazy f-ck
i’ll give ya 2 minutes then i’ll send yer father up”
i fall out the bed, hook on the sound system
fling on the london posse, i go money mad with em
i open out the door to go into the jacks
me old lads waiting on the landing
“ahhh son
turn out that f-ckin wireless that jamaican sh-te
your mother has a headache and you’ll wake up mickey, right?”
ah ya right, i’m in the kitchen drinking tae
all the sudden it dawns on me
aw f-ck it’s dole day
i swally up the tae, when i wonder how i’ll spend the money, that’s handed at the counter by me janice, uncle tommy
i’m walkin’ for the dole, now it’s not far
but there’s a b-st-rd of a hill, at the top of the new park
there’s a queue outside the office
it’s too small a place
but the 57 pounder, is worth the f-ckin’ wait
the smell of feet
the smell of sweat
the smell of cider
there’s a young one in front of me and a wino up beside her
he looks at her and grunts then he starts to pick his ring
and when he’s finished doin’ that, the b-st-rd starts to sing
“ohh ayyy the fields of athenrye”
ughh good jaysus
bless us and save us
it’d sicken your hole
the things you have to go through
to get your f-ckin’ dole-
[chorus]
on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole, on the dole-
on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole, on the dole-
[verse 2]
“molloy-”
yeah
“from the park,?-”
that’s the one
“35?”
that’s the one, yeah
“alright, now tell’us were you working for your father lately?-”
no
“don’t be tellin’ lies-”
i wasn’t, that’s the truth
“see ya, goodbye.”
i wake up in the morning after the night before
ah, who the f-ck is at the door?
ah christ, who’s it? what ya want?
i’m not goin’ out to make, would f-ck away from that door?
before i break your b-st-rd neck-
come back in a few hours w-llya
gowout and close the gate
i turn to go to sleep and i hear him comin into wake
then i get up, get dressed, go out to get fed
and there’s wh0r- with half a box of cornflakes on the floor
what the f-ck where did he get the keys?
sure he doesn’t need the keys with aul’ static carries
some kinda gadgets fits to wires and sockets
with things for pickin’ locks, and things for pickin’ pockets
i wouldn’t mind, but half the fridge is nearly cleaned out
he was scoffin’ there for ages, with a big starvin’ mouth
i said get out, close the press, clean the mess, be on your way
he had a rake to eat now he’s askin’ me for tae?
i couldn’t throw him out, sure it’s a pity i’m the fool-
so i got the crispies, and grabbed two spoons
and here sloosh, ah gowan there sham
l1ck the plate
cos i just remembered
that today- is dole day-
[chorus]
on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole, on the dole-
on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole, on the dole-
[where’s the money?]
[verse 3]
it’s thursday
it’s dole day, and i’m feelin’ fairly happy
i wouldn’t like a light to the smell of me sh-tey nappy
me aul’ one is screamin’ at me to get off me f-ckin’ hole
“get out and get a job and stay off the jaysus dole”
it’s not a life of luxury, man it won’t make me rich
i’ll just keep skinnin’ up this spliff with sheamus, shaun and mick
well look what your after doin’, now me toast is f-ckin burned
so i box her round the p-ss, now i stutter the aye is done
get away will ya, i’m off to get me dole
i grab me corn of jack and went on over for the stone
off into the office and i’m looking for me scratcher
it’s half eleven now, i’m late
but it doesn’t matter
“ah mister brown,”
yaa
“i hear your in a band-”
whaa?
then you’re comin into me and then holdin’ out your hand-”
i am
well i’ll sort ya out now quicker than you can say boo-”
-awhots
“you won’t be comin into me no more
cause there’s nothin here for you”
ya skinny lyin’ c-nt
ya durty rotten loser
i need me 57 pounds to buy a pair of trouser
the -rs- is out of these one, and the wind blows up me hole
me two cheeks are freezin’ i just want me f-ckin’ dole
“ah take it easy now, hold your wits there boy”
ahhhh up your f-ckin’ -rs-, i’m off to get a job!
[chorus]
on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole, on the dole-
on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole q, on the dole q
on the dole, on the dole-
[i think… i think i’ll call it a night now]
[will ya not- will ya not have one more before ya go?]
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