Lyrics:
Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind
The men behind the wire
Armoured cars and tanks and guns
the service
I wanna be, yeah (in the service of the Lord)
Now listen, listen
People going home
Sunday morning, washing their car
Rather than being in church
Just pull your car right up
What's your name cause sure I got ya
Yes indeed no catch no credit it's on me
It's my treat ey, baby you earned it
Gave
Couldn't catch him, catch him
The King send out an order for to lash him
(lash him) when Patrick came to Dublin town
He stole an armoured car
And he gave it
and bona fide
Say "Goodbye"
Who do you think we are
Special forces in an armoured car
Who do you think we are
We don't care, we don't care
I'm
singing "Triumph to Sinn Féin!"
"And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another
Rising" said the man from the Daily Mail
Armoured cars and tanks
control poseur
Arms control poseur
Arms control poseur
Sports car interior
Encrusted with bluebottles
Armoured car interior
Encrusted with
little German parachutist
He looked at our kit and giggled a bit, and laughed until he cried
We'll have to hide that armoured car when marching through
Excuse me, excuse me
Mey3 mechanic ooh
Aget certificate ooh
Mekyer3d3 abi professional
Albertina, Albertina
Fa wo car no bra b3y3 service
service where service awoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
(Anguished dog punching mirror)
(Dog kicks his manager in the balls)
(Dog walks out of office into car
Senior service
Junior dissatisfaction
It's a breath you took too late
It's a death that's worse than fate
Senior service
Junior dissatisfaction
I've been working all night tryna go hard
Lately tryna do it right get a fast car Yeah
But it's way too far
Stuck in circles like a NASCAR
I'm just
I see you pulling on up in your car
And there's something on your mind
You've been driving around the whole night
Now you're pulling up next
J'lance ce texte car je reste
Un MC trop militant voilà ce que je suis
J'ai pas l'temps, j'emmerde le système
Son drapeau Bleu Blanc Rouge
Pour le sang,
I got the FAL my bros got the Kar
We coming in cars of two
We hunting you down you anit going far
We're taking your loot
Yeah
I jump off the roof
service (ooh)
Foreign cars, that's every day (vroom)
That EDE done drop, I hit for twenty k (I just made twenty thousand)
An SPA (uh) and ninety-seven
the beach
We can fuck in your Daddy's car
But don't Snapchat that
Mhm, I don't have to edit no pics to see yo' ass is fat
Mhm, let's head back
All a nigga want is some wired service
All a nigga want is some wired service
Yea, suck it yea, suck it
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show what?
Lock away the paper trail
Your data and your bling
Try to save your valuables
And all your show off things
Get into your armoured car and try
coat to coast on a campaign trail,
playing deck of cards in an armoured car,
she got a kung fu star as a body guard,
she got a juju charm,
she got
still bussing it if it's not green
Me and Bruce, horrible two you know what I mean
Tinted blacked out like limousine
First look at the car would've
how a town could be brought to it's knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze
Now the army's
to projects not one aspect of jiggy
Dark and senile from the dark ages are dark like the the cruel sea
Killarmy, we roll in armoured vans
Mobilizing sinister
Road blocks and fire
Barb wire upon barb wire
This is not your country
Armoured cars, corrugated scars
Graffiti scrawls:
"This is not
.jpg/300px-Secret_Service_(Band).jpg "Secret Service Band")
.jpg/300px-Public_Service_Broadcasting_at_the_National_Space_Centre_(1).jpg "Public Service Broadcasting")
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