Rebel Songbook S
Stuff Yer Decommission
Sad Song For Susan
St.Brendan's Voyage
SAM Song
Sarah Curran
Say Hello To The Provos
Sea Around Us,The
Seamus Costello
Sean South Of Garryowen
Sean Treacy
Sean Bhean Bhocht
Set Ireland Free
Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland?
Skipping Rhymes
Smashing Of The Van(Glasgow)
Smashing Of The Van(Manchester)
Sniper's Promise
Soldiers Of '22
Something Inside So Strong
Song For Marcella
Song For The Brave
Song Of The Irish Brigade
Starry Plough,The
Stuff Yer Decommission
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Surrounded By Water

Stuff Yer Decommission

We remember back in time, to the year of '69. 

You unleashed your dogs of war onto our streets,

We could not stand idly by and let our families die,

So we fought you back and joined the IRA!



So stuff your fuckin' crown, we Irish won't lie down

And give away our guns to a foreign land,

Not Semtex nor our guns will you ever get from us,

So you may stick your decommission up your arse!


Well you murdered free young men, and you'll do the same again. 

Decommission you will never, ever see

As long as we have men like the famous fightin' men,

Yes those famous fightin' men from Crossmaglen!


In memory of the ten; they were Ireland's bravest men. 

We will not forget the ones who fought and died.

Decommission, you can see, will never ever be. 

The IRA will always be around!


You can tell the RUC, them black bastards from Drumcree,

They will never march down Garvaghy Road (Never! Never!)

If you want to make a fight, we will stand up for our rights. 

You can take your fuckin' march and give us peace!


Now Trimble you're an ass if you think that it will last. 

Six counties are under tyranny.

You can tell wee Tony Blair and Mo Molam if you care

That they can stick their decommission up their arse!