fiddlesticks rip dublin şarkı sözleri
Vultures circle close, speculating on a death
The spaces we create are under threat
From fat cats dodging tax on faceless piles of cash they represent
These songs don't make enough to pay the rent
The mourners join the march
Dublin's casket on their backs
Praying while there's something left to save
Took to the steps where they read the will aloud
And it states; "There's a corner of this town that's not for sale"
