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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
He’s blown to bits
By an IRA bomb