Smash The I.R.A.

On the streets of Ulster, the battle rages on.
British people fighting for their land.
Fought in two world wars for us, fought and died for Britain.
Gotta help them, support the Red Hand.

Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Remember the victims of their bombs.

Gotta change our policies and hang the I.R.A.
Let the Army deal with them their way.
Corrupt politicians and snivelling left-wing scum are quite content to let them get away.
Come on Ulster.

Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Remember the victims of their bombs.

Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Remember the victims of their bombs.

I.R.A. supporters are marching on our streets.
Are we gonna let them spread their lies?
Are we gonna let them march or are we gonna smash them?
Laughing while the British people die. Come on Ulster.

Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Remember the victims of their bombs.

Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Smash. Smash.
The I.R.A.
Remember the victims of their bombs.