Laughing at the Lads from ICE

[Verse 1] Come gather in close Ye chancers I’ll spin ye a tale so fine Of big brave badge-flashed bastards Who thought they were mighty spine They marched like they owned the border All swagger and starched-up pride Till the pay stopped dead on a Friday And the laughter spread worldwide [Chorus] So raise your glass and roar it twice “Here’s to the lads from ICE!” Robbed by creeps they swore to shield What a curse What a crying delight They followed the flag to a crooked field Now they’re skint by their own side’s blight Oh Cheers to the lads from ICE Grifted by the filth they’d hide [Verse 2] They bullied the poor and the tired Kicked boots at the caged and cold Signed on for a saintly mission Or so they were proudly told But the saints were sick little sinners With hands in the country’s purse They blessed each raid with a sermon Then stole off with all the works [Chorus] So raise your glass and roar it twice “Here’s to the lads from ICE!” Robbed by creeps they swore to shield What a curse What a crying delight They followed the flag to a crooked field Now they’re skint by their own side’s blight Oh Cheers to the lads from ICE Grifted by the filth they’d hide [Verse 3] Now watch them queue at the landlord’s Cap in hand and sour “Any chance of a week’s extension?” Their faces gone meek Not dour They sneered at the hungry mothers They shrugged at the crying bairns But their checks got signed by devils Who’d sell them out for light rail fare [Chorus] So raise your glass and roar it twice “Here’s to the lads from ICE!” Robbed by creeps they swore to shield What a curse What a crying delight They followed the flag to a crooked field Now they’re skint by their own side’s blight Oh Cheers to the lads from ICE Grifted by the filth they’d hide [Bridge] [Whistle and fiddle kick into a quick dancing reel Crowd claps and stamps in time] [Verse 4] So here’s one toast for the workers Who fought for an honest wage And none at all for the cowards Who guarded a rotten cage When you sell your soul to masters Who crawl where the sun won’t shine Don’t cry when they clip your pockets We’ll be here And we’ll laugh till nine [Chorus] So raise your glass and roar it twice “Here’s to the lads from ICE!” Robbed by creeps they swore to shield What a curse What a crying delight They followed the flag to a crooked field Now they’re skint by their own side’s blight Oh Cheers to the lads from ICE Grifted by the filth they’d hide [Chorus] So raise your glass and roar it twice “Here’s to the lads from ICE!” Robbed by creeps they swore to shield What a curse What a grand old sight They marched in step for a pious lie Now they drink on a payday strike Oh Cheers to the lads from ICE May their shame keep us warm tonight