With a rumble of boots and a soldier's suit they
march through irish land

fresh-faced boys turned to grim young men, with a
union jack in hand

look to the roofs for trouble boy, and don't
trust anyone

you're a foreigner in a foreign land, and you
don't belong my son

get out, england, get out

you know you don't belong

get out, england, get out

cause it's bloody and its wrong

a beautiful people, proud and free you'll never
keep them down

how do you think they've made it through history
? balls have a name and sound

you say you stand for noble things, so I don't
understand

the guns and the boots and the soldier's suits on
green and noble land

get out england, get out - you know you don't
belong

get out england, get out - cause it's bloody and
it's wrong

get out england, get out - it's time to put
things right

get out england, get out - cause this is not your
fight

don't think this is a catholic thing

you're wrong

I'm a wasp just like you but I sing a different
song

there's not excuse to split a country or think
that you know best

england I love you in so many ways but lets put
this crap to rest