YER MAD LIKE SO YA ARE (written by Spyder)

Red bricks thrown quick at the fennian scum
Defend my family and defend my home
Loyalist politics in the Belfast District
Keep an eye that the taigs don't threaten ulster business
Straight razor in my leather for a shave or whatever
In a ranger's pub up the Shankill Road
Kick the ball kick the pope cause I'm high on dope
And loose enough to let a bit of ulster show

Shot dead in the head someone innocent
A taig calls from the falls on a mobile phone
A mother dies from the shock when the clock confirms the talk
Her little boy is never coming home
Cease fire fucking liar when are they ever gonna learn?
Peace talks on we'll see what's in store
"No surrender" were my last two words
Wearing the sash my father wore

What right have you to say this is all yours?
As members of humanity we are all equals
Co-existance is a necessary tool for suvival
Segregation only makes us rivals
(repeat)