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

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 to the fish

Intestines in a plastic bag

And that's what you get from those fucking fags