[Chorus]
Twenty bloody years, filled with protest, death and tears,
And a legacy of twenty billion tears,
To uphold your foreign laws, see the heartbreak you have caused,
And you still won't now admit it's time to go.

[Verse]
Well the Empire's tumbled down, since the time the British Crown,
Flew it's butcher's apron over many lands,
For they fought you one by one and defied your tanks and guns,
And they looked until you said, "It's time to go."

[Chorus]
Oh, twenty bloody years, filled with protest, death and tears,
And a legacy of twenty billion tears,
To uphold your foreign laws, see the heartbreak you have caused,
And you still won't now admit it's time to go.

[Verse]
Well you wiped you bloody hands on India's burning sands,
To Kenya and in Yemen you brought woe,
For in every land you stood, you've left a trail of blood,
And in Ireland to you know it's time to go.

[Chorus]
Twenty bloody years, filled with protest, death and tears,
And a legacy of twenty billion tears,
To uphold your foreign laws, see the heartbreak you have caused,
And you still won't now admit it's time to go.

[Verse]
Now the march to funeral beat has been heard on English streets,
English mothers share the grief that Ireland's known,
And how many of your sons must be sent home one by one,
Before you will admit it's time to go.

[Chorus]
Twenty bloody years, filled with protest, death and tears,
And a legacy of twenty billion tears,
To uphold your foreign laws, see the heartbreak you have caused,
And you still won't now admit it's time to go.

[Outro]
So get on the boat you know it's time to go,
Ah, get down the street you know it's time to go,
Ah, pack up kitchen you know it's time to go.