Blown to bits
In the mist
Hanging in a noose
While I get dressed
Blown to bits by an IRA bomb
Weighing not too much more than half a stone
Blown to bits
By an IRA bomb
Blown to bits
A dirty old man
Had his own ambitions
In his day
To live with the queen
And I should know
Cos I was there
Blown to bits
By an IRA bomb
That little boy is no more
Feed him fish to their more
Intestines in a plastic bag
And that's what you get from those ******* fags