Laissez Faire

[Chorus]
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
Not a sin on your soul, and your race is but run
How can I feed you, my beautiful son
With your wheezin' and coughin' all blasted night long?

[Verse 1]
There's not a chair to rest me arse on from the mornin' till night
If it isn't nailed down, then we'll set it alight
Been tryin' to keep the warmth inside ya, you're a pitiful sight
You've your aul' fellow away with the frigh
Huh
And now they're burnin' out the craturs all over this land
If you haven't got your rent, we'll get your knapsack, and
Get yourself off in a hurry, 'cause the tumblin' band
Will be tearin' down your hovel for the Gombeen man

[Chorus]
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
All the goodness I have in my body is gone
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
To thе blazes, I can't keep you nourished and strong

[Verse 3]
Now the Quakеrs are the only shaggin' generous group
Sure there's no level that other shower of hoors won't stoop
Swap your Catholic halo for a Protestant hoop
And give up your place in Heaven for a bowl of soup
And everything that's worth 'atin' in the country
Is shifted off to England by The Queen's Navy
Your man Trevelyan says it's Laissez Faire
If they were his children, he'd fuckin' well care
Huh

[Chorus]
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
Ah, I'd give you the stars and the moon and the sun
Can the Lord in His infinite mercy be wrong?
Must we sacrifice one so the others stay strong?

[Instrumental Outro]