Lyrics:
On the second of September, 1942
At the age of nineteen years
The tenant, Tom Williams
Belfast brigade of the Irish Republican Army
Was hanged
to Ethiopia
Fuck you english cunt, I'm going to impregnate your daughter and chop off her head, thats because I'm-
Having a barmy, Irish republican army (IRA)
Republican Army
That's what your da said
But I didn't like the Contos
They were always asking me to shoot my mate Janto
Not a bad spud, a decent man
So I
Trump Republicans, Let's Go
Trump Republican, Trump Republican, Trump Republican, Trump Republican
Who are we
Trump Republican, Trump Republican
Who
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
fight
We are the fighting Irish, we will never be put down
We're apart of Vera's army and we'll sing it loud and proud
We are the fighting Irish, we will
At the Siege of Limerick
Patrick Sarsfield won the day
But the Irish they were cheated
When his army went away
Queen Ann and her successors forced
I'll drink this Irish beauty like she's for whiskey for me heart
I met this girl in Paddy's pub at the far end of the bar
She was staring down the counter
fallen
On the sands of Mexico
Now the army used us harshly
We were but trash to them
Conscripted Irish farmers
Not first class soldier men
They beat us
my first crush on an irish girl I was ten yrs old and her name was Elaine
little red head girl well she looked like you, but if you were ten
which
See Irish people were only allowed to eat potatoes
All of the other food
Meat, fish, vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
Know the Republicans probably watching me
She hate my guts but I think she still stalking me
Totin' the chop, the Drac I be walking with
You got
strange and work was scarce
And all he knew was farming
So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US Army
Adventure calls and some men
the Army coming
Hand grenades invade your party
Dem or Republican
Shovin' faces in ovens - Hear
The bass? It's thumpin'
Outerspace is outlaw, outlining your
other, prisoners of history
Orange flags wave for the British to greet the army's clicking heel
And Irish curse their Irish brother for the altar where
definite
Not Billionaires who president
That represent executives
Who overprice our medicine
Democrat (Democrat)
Republican (Republican)
What can I do
country
And it's Catholic and Republican and free
It's a Protestant land made
By God's perfect hand
And a Protestant country it will always be
For Ireland
the Irish armies couldn't teach you
Of independence, peace, and brotherhood.
I hope I'm never bitter, and I hope I never change.
I hope I have a reason
slop out, dirty protest
You'll never beat the Irish
With clubs and false arrest
Raise a glass to Bobby Sands
Kieran Nugent was the first
Irish
winds gave us our speed
Under a warming sun
Heading to the emerald land
A fleet of 50 ships
A army of 2000 man, led by the king
On the horzion dark
V 15
Roosevelt
This is true, Mr. Knox,
despite leaning right
My Republican colleagues in sight,
I stand, I fight for the worker’s plight
V16
Knox
day of Easter Monday
The Resurrection turned into an insurrection
The Irish people woke up to a gloom
To abolish the British Rule by Saint Patrick's
on tales of the failed and bloody Irish rebellions
So when I was old enough I joined up with the Fenians
And when the British Army arrested me and charged me
We were sent to war
In the name of St. Patrick
The army of the Green Land,
The Irish Catholics
We came for King James
Fear no one in this
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