Kneecap from Camping's Europa by Gary Hynes

Kneecap, I can't rap, but I can sing slow, and I can take notes.
Kneecap, I can't rap, but I can get low and I can let go.

Of the socialist ideals, of the past 100 years,
that brought countries to it's heels, by the fist and the boot heels.
Now I know were have done wrong, and it's still going on,
but I have seen no evil, like the soviet union.

Kneecap, I can't rap, in my own language, can you handle it?
Kneecap, I can't rap, the way that you do, but I am not fooled.

By the promises you preach, that you never seem to keep,
what's on paper isn't real, your reality's a dream.
Now I know the west is bad, for I am an Irishman,
but I have seen nothing worse than the communism curse.

Kneecap and blindboy, you say you're different, but that don't make sense.
Kneecap, you're in lockstep with the establishment.

• Acoustic Blues Rock
• Folk
• Sligo