Beware beware the IRA don’t care if the kids are home
We called ahead in warning but the phone rang out
Family man was outside the house then
Bang his family were vanquished, now he’s lonely
Like we told him he was going to be
Unless he folded up the flag neatly
Planted his feet, bent his knees
And worked it cleanly up his ass
Looking through legarch and ankles
Kiss your arse before returning to Aunty.
Alchemisland 
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