There seems to be some eejits kicking off again back home,
Each hooded thug resisting change like a single little ohm.
What terrible abuse of rights has caused this peace abortion?
They've taken down a flag? Well, that seems in proportion...
The lads are going ape shit, throwing bricks at the police,
It's good to get some exercise when you're out on day release.
The women find a tv crew and screech into the lens,
"If they're gona take our flag down, then we won't be their friends!"
That kid has got a petrol bomb, he can't be more than ten,
Don't worry, round the Shankill they're highly trained by then.
He know's what he's doing as he lights the oily rag,
And I'll once again remind you, this is about a FUCKING FLAG.
That pregnant woman over there, with the cider in her hand,
She's joined her fellow comrades in the street to make a stand.
That's dedication for you, in her delicate condition.
She's still out there in the cold, providing sources of ignition.
So you can fly the union flag no more than 15 days a year,
Which is a threat to your culture and the things that you hold dear.
I think that you're confused about the point of city hall,
It's for goths to hate the world in, and Christmas market stalls.
