The sad song of the fascist McGrath fake druid
Con
whose sick twisted exploits would make a cheap novel.
He rants and he raves and threatens to kill
but for all of his life he’s been going downhill.
His lies are so many; its too hard to believe
but inside’s a little boy who someday must grieve.
All of his life he has been good at doing wrong
this deliberate evil is now recorded in song.
On Tara’s fair hill he is well exposed as a fake
with all his false honours that only fools would take.
An American murderer McGrath tried to make into High King
it is of this sorry exploit that many now sing.
The heavy crude crown was taken by a Clan Chief of today,
He just took it off the red cushion and then walked away.
Druids never made Kings, thats the job of the Clan
thats known by every Celtic child, woman and man.
But the fake is a fraud; a fool that believes sermon
he’s best on his knees or bowing to his demon.
He is known as “that eejit, the fake and the fool”
but his evil returns to him ‘cause that is the rule.
For a long time after he went into hiding
but along came Mel and they started riding.
Mel Lloyd on his back waving his staff
Imagine such a pair - oh, what a laugh.
Lloyd saw McGrath’s sickness which he tried to exploit,
both used poor Gina offering a title to which she has no right.
Again he was stopped by a single quiet man,
he is known as Pete O’Connor, Chief of the Clan.
McGrr tried to give me high office, title and rank
but I had never met him and his offer - it stank.
and from then till now he has says you’ll be killed
he says ‘raped and then eaten’ and he always sounds thrilled.
McGrath is catholic that claims to walk as a druid,
but he is bi-polar, alcoholic, psychotic, a liar and rude.
He twists and he lies, he's a a fraud and a fake
providing much material for sad songs to make...
McGrath has been stopped so many times before,
but he’s such a fool that he keeps coming back for more.
He has ran out of platforms and now lives only on ARD
where he is exposed by myself, Cormac and the Boyne Bard.
An Coibhi Drui
Well, Connors, you ain't ge tting much change, are you Boy ?
And now Donal is going to the Garda about you !
Cheers,
Michael.
Con
Con
but inside’s a little boy who someday must grieve.
All of his life he has been good at doing wrong