QUOTE (Sean @ Jul 10 2005, 07:35 AM)
Fellas, do you have the lyrics for this one? And may be for "Super Grass"?
Hi,
Hope these are the one you are looking for :-)
THE ARMAGH SNIPERIn South Armagh there is a man who has a long ranged gun
He said "I`ll show them army boys there`s nowhere they can run"
He was the South Armagh sniper
He`d pick a spot and wait the whole day through
Until a Brit patrol came into view
The Armagh sniper he never missed his mark
He was lethal in the daytime and deadly in the dark
If he gets you in his sights you`d better say your prayers
So British troops go home or else beware
Soon his reputation spread through Ulster like wildfire
The list of British casualties just kept on getting higher
It was the South Armagh sniper
He made the British forces think again
Of wandering at night through Crossmaglen
The Armagh sniper the Brits were terrified
They could never pin him down no matter how they tried
If he gets you in his sights he`ll make widows of your wives
So Brits go home while you still have your lives
Now in London and in Dublin they pretend to speak of peace
They say give us your guns and we shall make this bloodshed cease
But the South Armagh sniper
He`s heard their lies and double talk before
He won`t be fooled or cheated any more
The Armagh sniper he hasn`t gone away
His rifles always loaded he`s just waiting for the day
So if the British forces should break their word well then
The sniper will go back to work again
THE SUPERGRASS SONGNow when Ireland we rosen up at last
Theres the UDR the Army and the SAS
But the lowest of the low is the foe you do not know
And thats the man they call the supergrass
[chorus]
Singing rifa ter a ludy tera lee
Theres no one who can tell a lie like me
You can search until you tire youll never find a bigger liar
Im the supergrass youve seen me on TV
I can name you people I have never seen
I can tell you places I have never been
For if the moneys right I could tell black was white
I could tell you Gerry Adams loves the queen
Spare a thought for poor Kirkpatrick and for Black
Sure theyre nervous now that Gilmours got the sack
For they put their trust in villains and they took the saxon shillings
Their own hands put the noose around their necks
To my native land I bid a fond farewell
Where Im going is the one thing I wont tell
But Ill keep a watch behind for if anyman should find me
The only place Ill ever go is hell
You might see my face in some exotic bar
In New Zealand or far off Africa
I have no friends or relations I betrayed the Irish nation
Thirty silver pieces doesnt get you far