Get Out

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 --- Get Out - Down by Law