Bono, Bloody Bono

It was Bono, bloody Bono,
And he talked a bunch of shite.
The people there applauding were all rich and all white.
Is there anyone amongst you
Who’s not fed up with his shit?
When he pays his bloody tax bill they have to break a two-bob bit.

Bono, bloody Bono,
Bloody Bono,
Go away.

You claim to be a philanthropist,
Well, we know what that means:
A celebrity fellationist on the fucking quango scene.
While cops attack our marches, you hobnob with the posh.
Sure George Dubya is a fine chap if he’s fronting up the dosh.

Bono, bloody Bono,
Bloody Bono,
Go away.

You sang of Bloody Sunday
as if no one were to blame.
Who killed those fourteen martyrs?
You won’t even say the name.
To curse the butcher’s apron, you never will be seen,
For that would be too awkward when you’re dining with the queen.

Bono, bloody Bono,
Bloody Bono,
Go away.

Well, it’s always bloody Bono
At these ruling class events.
On hand to kiss the rings of CEOs and presidents.
Don’t think that I’m complaining;
They chose him, so he’s theirs,
Condemned to an eternity of drinks with Tony Blair.

Bono, bloody Bono,
Bloody Bono,
Go away.

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