Four white bu*tons
In the mist
Hanging in a noose
While I get dressed
Blown to bits by an IRA bomb
Weighing not too much more than half a stone Blown to Bits
By an IRA bomb Four white bu*tons
A dirty old man
Had his own ambitions
In his day
To live with the queen
And I should know
Cos I was there Blown to Bits
by an IRA bomb That little boy
is no more
feed him to the fish
for a day or more
intestines in
a plastic bag
thats what you get
from those f**ing f*gs He's blown to bits
by an IRA bomb