Verse 1:
Sitting in the Silence of a rat infested tent, a product of austerity no money to rent.
Evil landlords renting prison cells, the cost of living continues to swell.
Self indulgent, gluttonness and repugnant. Lock them all up for it, Lock them all up for it. Lock them all up for it.
Chorus: Bang bang comes the knock on the door, They've come to take you the new poor. Home is where the heart bleeds, when you're out on your own. Bang bang comes the knock on the door they've come to take you the new poor. Home is where the heart bleeds when you're out on your own. Verse 2:
Ireland's covered in a blanket of shame, a load of yes men in power for the fame.
Graphs and statistics legitimize ignorance. Get off the fence, use your common sense. Cold shoulder from the Blueshirts, cold shoulder from Labour, yeer all just a massive Fianna Failure.
Power and money cures what ails them. Jesus Christ was born in a stable. Old habits never die they just become accepted.
They never asked to be affected, neglected, so unprotected, so unprotected, so unprotected. Chorus: Bang bang comes the knock on the door. They've come to take you the new poor. Home is where the heart bleeds when you're out on your own. Bang bang comes the knock on the door they've com to take you the new poor. Home is where the heart bleeds when you're out on your own. Bridge: They're out on the streets tonight. No one asked for this life. They're out on the streets tonight. No one asked for this life. For this life, for this life. Chorus: Bang bang comes the knock on the door. They've come to take you the new poor. Home is where the heart bleeds when you're out on your own. Bang bang comes the knock on the door. They've come to take you the new poor. Home is where the heart bleeds when you're out on your own. You're not alone, you're not alone. You're not alone, you're not alone.