Siobhan Donaghy

Hurling ourselves down to the depths
Back since the day lest we forget
'Cos time made us set and memories crept
So now there's political debt
There is no left wing
To fight the right wing
We're like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we're all ready
For Christmas Day
Here's the paradox:
We're like presents all wrapped up
And we can't wait
For you to give us away
A sad little face
All over the place
The lower you stoop
The less the disgrace
You use all your charms
To send me alone
Have you got the legs
To call us to arms
Like lambs to the slaughter
We paid for your daughters
We're like turkeys in a box