BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

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