Brendan McNally is screwing his fans
Steering the ship in polluted water
You think you are it but you really oughta
Think of your mam
She won't be proud
You spoiled her dream
Not so squeaky clean if you know what we mean
Ask yourself this in a time of reflection
Are you really against vivisection
What about war and torture and weapons and oil
Do you fund the movement with reward of your toil
Many have wondered where does it come from
It seems to be quite a hearty sum
Well the truth is this we have discovered
Mr McNally is living a lie
His lifestyle is funded by stocks and by bonds
Invested in companies who ONLY do wrong
Glaxo and BP, Monsanto and Shell
Just some of the scum connected with Hell
And Brendan McNally
Who is deep in the mire
Living off interest and not seeming to tire
Of the power this gives him over those under control
And leading them where?
An assault their soul!
Now Brendan McNally has been exposed
A non-practicing preacher
That's how it goes
What of your future
What will you do now
Some hold stalls some hold fêtes
Others do jail
Force shareholders to fail
But you do OK in your ivory tower
We hear of scams and lottery wins
Some use their salary
Work hard with no thanks
But Brendan & Hannah draw blood from the banks
Your ruthless suppression of those who oppose
Your own agenda
And need to control
Sucks
Game over
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
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