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!