Across the Irish border, hidden in a car
There’s Guns and ammunition that were smuggled from Armagh
Well that’s not right and they should stop the fight
And they should sort it out. Let them march and let them shout
KILL IT SHOOT IT DOWN Burn it to the ground
KILL IT LIGHT THE FUSE What’s the point, what’s the use
KILL IT SHOOT IT DOWN Burn it to the ground
KILL IT LIGHT THE FUSE There ain’t no point and there ain’t no use
Now Mr. Ian Paisleys marching from Ireland to ‘L.A.’
Now he’s looking for your sympathy and guns for the U.D.A.
Now the letter bombs are posted and the booby traps are laid
And the British soldiers marching, marching to their graves
Well that’s not right and they should stop the fight
And they should sort it out. Let them march and let them shout
KILL IT SHOOT IT DOWN Burn it to the ground
KILL IT LIGHT THE FUSE What’s the point, what’s the use
KILL IT SHOOT IT DOWN Burn it to the ground
KILL IT LIGHT THE FUSE There ain’t no point and there ain’t no use