[Verse]
Oh, the Empire, is finished, no foreign lands to seize,
And the greedy eye of England turns towards the seas,
Just two hundred miles from Donegal, a place that's called Rockall,
And the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its wall.

[Chorus]
Oh, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall, for Britain's greedy hands,
And you'll meet the same resistance like you did from Bobby Sands,
May the seagull rise above your eye and the waters crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

[Verse]
This rock is part of Ireland, it's written in folklore,
When Finn McCool took a sod of grass, he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever did it fall?
For the sod became the Isle of Man, now the pebble's called Rockall.

[Chorus]
Oh, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall, for Britain's greedy hands,
And you'll meet the same resistance like you did from Bobby Sands,
May the seagull rise above your eye and the waters crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

[Verse]
Oh, the seas will not be silent while Britannia grabs the wave,
And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slave,
And remember that Britannia, well, you rules the waves no more,
Just keep your hands off Ulster, she's Irish to the core.

[Chorus]
Oh, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall, for Britain's greedy hands,
And you'll meet the same resistance like you did from Bobby Sands,
May the seagull rise above your eye and the waters crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

[Chorus]
Oh, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall, for Britain's greedy hands,
And you'll meet the same resistance like you did from Bobby Sands,
May the seagull rise above your eye and the waters crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.