1690 in your head.
Can't sleep or you're fuckin' dead.
Marching for your fucking flag.
Petrol bombing on your stag.

Shankill wreckin' boys lookin' for some action.
[them club] wouldn't take us but the local offy will.
Joyride up the Falls in some bitch's pram.
Bottlin' taigs at red lights ‘cause you're the fuckin' man.

Keep 'er lit?
I wish you'd die.

In our own wee pile of shit,
You've formed a concrete wall.
IQ drains like a sieve,
Thinking man suffers once more.

Terrorise the other.
Reap your reward.
Piss on your doorstep.
Smash all dissent.
Look to the outside.
Scratching; confused.
Fail to absorb.
Start again.

Easter rising in your head;
You're just the same.
Hatred veiled as mournful plight,
‘The SS' ain't far off.
There's no GCSE,
In skirmishes and violence.
Real men don't need peacelines,
Just a thoughtful, working brain.

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