The Heelers Diaries

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Sunday, September 17, 2017

come back bob dylan all is forgiven

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This is the story of the hurricane
Noirin O'Sullivan was her name
She was assistant to the chief
Of a crime gang called the Irish police

Her corrupt boss was Joe Callanan
A cunning conniving mafioso rapscallion
He wanted to keep his corruption out of the news
So he and Noirin framed a hero cop for child abu-u-u-use

This is the story of the hurricane
A thief, a rogue and a renegade
For her duplicity in every way
She made our country pay
But one time
Oh one time
She could have been the champion of the world

Big bad Joe he got the can
The government needed another man
They promised not to hire an insider
But Noirin knew that didn't apply to her

A liberal atheist prime minister called her in
He said: 'Breaking promises is not a sin
Since you're a woman I want you to be chief for me"
And the all liberal parliament agre-e-e-eed

This is the story of the hurricane
Noirin O'Sullivan was her name
Worse than any storm you know
She trashed the rule of law and oh
If she'd only had a little bit more integrit-y-y-y-y-y--y-y
Or some even
She cudda been the champion of the worl-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d

Noirin's cops they were stealing and robbing
Breaking every law and double jobbing
They let IRA gangs go on a drug dealing spree
while they themselves harassed and terrorised the citizenr-y-y-y--y-y


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Sean Fitzpatrick was an evil IRA skank
Due in court for burglarising his own bank
But an IRA judge set him free
And the all Rah Jury agr-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed

At last parliament set up a committee of enqui-er-y
To look at Noirin O'Sullivan's perfidy
They asked to see her fifteen mobile phones
But she said she'd lost them in a drawer at ho-o-o-o-ome

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This is the story of the hurricane
Noirin O'Sullivan was her name
She became chief of police
With her Superintendant cop husband sitting on her knee

And together they trahaised everything they saw
Wiped out completely the rule of law
They said: 'There's no justice, there's no love,
None of you sonsabitches move"
But one time
Oh one time
She could have been the champion of the wo-o-o-o-o-orld

This is the story of the hurricane
Noirin O'Sullivan was her name
She broke the trust of generations
And laid low our rationo legalistic Judaeo Christian traditions
With her invidious trahesions
But one time
Oh one time
She could have been (if she'd only had a tiny bit of intergity)
Yes she could have been
The champion of the wo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oo--ooorld.

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