Lyrics:
and free
Keep Ireland for the Irish
Put the English back to sea!
Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!
Yes it's always bloody Sunday
In
Yeah
Sipping snake bite and black kick
Didn't taste nice, in fact it was flat
Sitting at this halfback harly rat student union bash
You asked me
is Tír gan teanga
Tír gan anam
And hiding ammunition
You are white in division
All sides aiming for some Union
My Ireland
You are a Peace Bridge in
a trophy
We're a part of Trapattoni's army
Get behind the team, hear the Irish scream
C'mon you boys in green, Ireland's bouncing back again
We have got
I'd died back at Vicksburg
For my brother and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had
I'd died back at Vicksburg
For my brother and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had
With lies and information
These students think that with their vast experience
of life, they know and understand the answers to the
world's problems.
union
The music was way too loud thought that tuition was fuckin stupid
Me I was runnin' wild hittin' licks in my mothers' Buick
Confusing you like my
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sunday's the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know
resilience seen
Through generations, their story's told
In the heart of Ireland, their spirit bold
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Through union halls and picket
fathers were tillers
And our mothers knew chance
And we've tasted hunger
In Ireland and France
And these seeds of misfortune
St. Bartholomew's Day
Shall be
student abusing the credit union
The music was way too loud, the tuition was fuckin stupid
And me I was runnin' wild hittin' licks in my mothers' Buick
You better reload
You shot your wad
For a Fenian man
Once had said
In every generation
Ireland's blood
Must be shed
Must be shed
Must be shed
I smell
Bloody Sunday's the day!
You Anglo pigs and Scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your fucking Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How
You better reload
You shot your wad
For a Fenian man
Once had said
In every generation
Ireland's blood
Must be shed
Must be shed
Must be shed
I smell
her student body union and
She, call me professor, say daddy come and test her
So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I'm like, at this
I'll sing you a song of a row in the town
When the green flag went up and
The crown flag came down
'Twas the neatest and sweetest
Thing ever you saw
when we
Were both involved in Poetry Ireland and The National Union of
Journalists, that I saw it as a song and would love to set it as such.
Being
always mint
Got a nice flat i pay my rent
Heard ya grandmum is a tory but i'm in the union i drive a lorry
Runnin the streets of britain but i'm not in
In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave,
And freely around it let winter winds rave
Far better they suit him the ruin and gloom
Till Ireland
no impossible dream
A United Ireland for you & me
Go straight through the Union at full steam
No more Kings & no more queens
Plant our flag where their
union
The music was way too loud thought that tuition was fuckin stupid
Me I was runnin' wild hittin' licks in my mothers' Buick
Confusing you like my
Orwell, Orgreave nineteen eighty four
Phil Collins showing off at Live cid
Price rises in the Student Union
Brixton burning
Shell-suits and shoulder
the streetsigns home are all worn
the closed down mill where the union morns
the birds fly away
drive to sheetz to clear my head
writing this song on my deathbed
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