[Verse]
We remember back in time, the year of '69,
You unleashed your dogs of war onto our streets,
We could not stand idly by and let our families die,
We fought you back and joined the IRA.

[Chorus]
So stuff your fucking crown we Irish won't lie down,
And give away our guns to a foreign land,
No semtex, not our guns, will you ever get from us,
You can stick your decommission up your arse.

[Verse]
Well, you murdered 14 young men and you'll do the same again,
Decommissioning, you will never ever see,
As long as we have men, likе the famous fighting men,
Yes, thosе famous fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Chorus]
So stuff your fucking crown we Irish won't lie down,
And give away our guns to a foreign land,
No semtex, not our guns, will you ever get from us,
You can stick your decommission up your arse.

[Chorus]
So stuff your fucking crown we Irish won't lie down,
And give away our guns to a foreign land,
No semtex, not our guns, will you ever get from us,
You can stick your decommission up your arse.

[Verse]
In memory of the ten, they were Ireland's bravest men,
We will not forget the ones who fought and died,
Decommission you can see, will never ever be,
Cause the IRA will be always be around.

[Chorus]
So stuff your fucking crown we Irish won't lie down,
And give away our guns to a foreign land,
No semtex, not our guns, will you ever get from us,
You can stick your decommission up your arse.

[Verse]
You can tell the RUC, those Black bastards from Drumcree,
They will never march down Garvaghy Road, (Never! Never!)
If you want to make a fight, we will stand up for our right,
You can take your fucking march and give us peace.

[Chorus]
So stuff your fucking crown we Irish won't lie down,
And give away our guns to a foreign land,
No semtex, not our guns, will you ever get from us,
You can stick your decommission up your arse.

[Verse]
Now Trimble, you're an ass, if you think that it will last,
Six counties are under tyranny,
You can tell wee Tony Blair and Mo Mowlam if you dare,
They can stick their decommission up their arse.

[Chorus]
So stuff your fucking crown we Irish won't lie down,
And give away our guns to a foreign land,
No semtex, not our guns, will you ever get from us,
You can stick your decommission up your arse.

[Chorus]
So stuff your fucking crown we Irish won't lie down,
And give away our guns to a foreign land,
No semtex, not our guns, will you ever get from us,
Cause the IRA will always be around,
Oh, the IRA will always be around,
Yes, the IRA will always be around.