Decommissioning

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You stand there with your war machine and you preach to us of peace,

But you're the one who points the guns on our city streets,

Do you think that we've forgotten 1969,

When all alone with sticks and stones we had to hold the line,

Booker street or May street and Bloody Sunday too,

Will never reoccur again we firmly promise you,

If our armalites were empty and we'd fired our final shot,

If you called for our surrender we would tell "We will not!"

 

We won't tell you our position when you seek to decommission,

If we don't want to hear any more of your conditions,

We'll not forget what you have done with murder in your heart,

When you took our men and tortured them and tore our homes apart.

You raged across our country in the early morning hours,

Through city streets, through country lanes with tanks and armoured cars,

You left our people bleeding, in prison repressed,

In the dead of the night with military might you put us to the test.

 

Booker street or May street and Bloody Sunday too,

Will never reoccur again we firmly promise you,

If our armalites were empty and we'd fired our final shot,

If you called for our surrender we would tell "We will not!"