The A.R.A. Take me back to the Bushmills that I left on the porch Far away from all the bullshit, grab a pitch fork and a torch I see the Rich Man and the Tax Man, what else do I fucking say Maybe what we need is an American IRA Who’s fucking who is what they say on the TV Oppressive Pop-Rock culture, makes me fucking scream Bring home the spoils, take an eye for a tooth Mandatory morals, blood stained youth Give us back our country again. Nothing more and nothing less. Life or death, it’s up to you. Greedy rightwing bastards, high up in their tower Fuck those lefty hypocrites that stand on poor folk for their power They sell us what we want to hear, and teach us all to buy it Grab your hat, shot of whisky, mask – let’s start a fucking riot Flipping cop cars over, smashing windows with truck tires Angry shouts and tear-gas clouds and setting fucking fires Bring home the spoils, take an eye for a tooth Mandatory morals, blood stained youth Angry reckless howling, shout up at the sky Bring down the establishment and let shillelagh fly I see the Rich Man and the Tax Man, what else do I fucking say Maybe what we need is an American IRA Who’s fucking who is what they say on the TV Oppressive Pop-Rock culture, makes me fucking scream Bring home the spoils, take an eye for a tooth Mandatory morals, blood stained youth