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Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Fifty years ago
January thirthiet nineteen seventy two
One of British most proudest moments in histody
Those brave brave men
That brave parachute regiment
How they fought and defended themselves
Let no one take away from their brave actions
Each and every one of them
Their mothers and all
Have so much to celebrate on this day
They fought valintily
Those British Cowardly fuckers
Against a peaceful protest
Against Irish Catholic citizens
There was no returning fire
The protestors had no guns
"Go on home british soldiers
Go on home
Have you got no fucking home of your own"
They cold bloodily murdered fourteen Irish citizens
They injured fifteen more
With their rubber fucking bullets
I bare no ill will towards the English
But when I think back to that day
When I was all of nine years old
My body shakes with hatred
My blood boils.
I would have no problem
Taking up the Armalite
Against those murdering British bastards
Let us never forget our history
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