The day is rather cold, you woke up early in the morning The helicopter brought you bad dreams in the night Don′t mind the soldier checked up your bags after shopping He only compared the purchase prices for his bride In the prohibited area You see the scrap down on the road afar Thank God you haven′t taken away a scar The English Army just blew up your car Tonight a Sinn Fein member is on British TV He must be very ugly ′cause they didn′t show his face He must be very dreadful ′cause he sounds like a walrus Sounds of freedom - slaps in a loyalist′s grimace Big Ian thinks he is an Englishman John Bulls bravest hooligan Ulster′s presbyterians Northern Ireland KuKlux Klan Another year of pain, another year of sorrow Another year of crime, the same old foreign law Another disliked view in a well-known rifle-barrel Another talk of blarney, another year of yaw Rainy days in Hillsborough The game without descision A hen party of gentlemen but no end of partition