Текст песни The Button Pusher - Luke Kelly
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                the 
                                                man, 
                                                the 
                                                well-fed 
                                                man, 
                                                in 
                                                charge 
                                                of 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Terribleknob,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                most 
                                                pleasing 
                                                thing 
                                                about 
                                                it, 
                                                it's 
                                                almost 
                                                a
 
                                    
                                
                                                Permanentjob,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                theatom 
                                                war 
                                                is 
                                                over, 
                                                and 
                                                theworld 
                                                is 
                                                split
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                three,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                consolation 
                                                    I 
                                                got, 
                                                well 
                                                maybe 
                                                it's 
                                                not, 
                                                there'll 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nobody 
                                                left 
                                                but 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                sit 
                                                at 
                                                my 
                                                desk 
                                                in 
                                                Washington 
                                                in 
                                                charge 
                                                of 
                                                this 
                                                great
 
                                    
                                
                                                Machine
 
                                    
                                
                                                More 
                                                vicious 
                                                than 
                                                Adolf 
                                                Hitler, 
                                                more 
                                                deadly 
                                                than
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strichnine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                evening 
                                                after 
                                                    a 
                                                tiring 
                                                day 
                                                just 
                                                to 
                                                give
 
                                    
                                
                                                Myself 
                                                    a 
                                                laugh
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hit 
                                                the 
                                                button 
                                                    a 
                                                playful 
                                                belt 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                listen 
                                                for 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blast
 
                                    
                                
                                                ()
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                Breshniev 
                                                starts 
                                                his 
                                                nonsense, 
                                                and 
                                                makes 
                                                    a 
                                                nasty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spell
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                wink 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                nod 
                                                from 
                                                Nixon, 
                                                I'll 
                                                blast 
                                                them 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                as 
                                                for 
                                                that 
                                                Fidel 
                                                Castro, 
                                                him 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sugar 
                                                cane,
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                needn't 
                                                hide 
                                                behind 
                                                his 
                                                whiskers, 
                                                I'll 
                                                get 
                                                him 
                                                just
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                same.
 
                                    
                                
                                                ()
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                my 
                                                wife 
                                                denies 
                                                me 
                                                conjugular 
                                                rights 
                                                or 
                                                my 
                                                breakfast
 
                                    
                                
                                                Milk 
                                                is 
                                                sour
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                eight 
                                                to 
                                                nine 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                you're 
                                                in 
                                                for 
                                                a
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nervous 
                                                hour,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                button 
                                                being 
                                                so 
                                                terribly 
                                                close 
                                                it's 
                                                really 
                                                a
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dreadful 
                                                joke
 
                                    
                                
                                                Abut 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                arse, 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                go 
                                                past, 
                                                and 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                go 
                                                up 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smoke.
 
                                    
                                
                                                ()
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                I'm 
                                                thinking 
                                                of 
                                                joining 
                                                the 
                                                army, 
                                                the 
                                                army 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bans 
                                                the 
                                                bomb
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                take 
                                                up 
                                                    a 
                                                large 
                                                collection, 
                                                and 
                                                I'll 
                                                donate 
                                                my
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thumb,
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                without 
                                                it, 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                helpless, 
                                                and 
                                                that's 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                don't 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                kill 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                bloody 
                                                lot 
                                                to 
                                                make 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                free.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lyrics 
                                                from 
                                                eLyrics.net
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Free the People
2 Farewell to Carlingford
3 Joe Hill
4 The Thirty Foot Trailer
5 The Lifeboat Mona
6 Alabama '58
7 The Springhill Mining Disaster
8 School Days Over
9 The Blantyre Explosion
10 The Lag's Song
11 Song Of The Iron Road
12 The Sun Is Burning
13 The Town I Loved So Well
14 A Parcel Of Rogues
15 The Peat Bog Soldiers
16 Freedom Come All Ye
17 The Molly Maguires
18 High Germany
19 The Button Pusher
20 For What Died the Sons of Róisín
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