Spawned from partition
They serve the master well
Secure the fascist huddle
For a million souls could sell
Their neighbour for a pittance
Oh, the orange walk the streets
And the rest of us were battered off our feet
They armed the orange death squads
With weapons and with names
They maximised the slaughter
And played Britannia's games
They authorised collusion
And practiced shoot to kill
And the innocent were made to pay the bill
And they’re still a rich man's police force
They serve a rich man's state
They’ll baton charge the workers
On the orders of the great
They'll use their fathers' weapons
To move against the free
Oh, they'll always be the RUC to me
They sent a man from London
And he told us things have changed
There's shamrocks in the badge now
And the Jeeps don't look so strange
There's a Gaelic team in Garnerville
So please ignore our crimes
Framing dissidents who won't move with the times
They kidnapped Seamy Doherty and planted DNA
Martin Brogan and Mark Carroll
They’ll put them all away
There were four more from Coalisland
And one from Donaghadee
They tell McArthur there’s no more RUC
And they're still a rich man’s police force
They serve a rich man's state
They'll baton charge the workers on the orders of the great
They'll use their fathers’ weapons to move against the free
Oh they'll always be the RUC to me
Oh they'll always be the RUC to me
They'll always be the RUC to me
From the pacifist campaigner
To the rebel on the run
There's a peeler out to get you
And he holds a British gun
They'll tolerate the pursers
And the anti-social hoods
But they'll dive in to protect Israeli goods
They instruct our so-called leaders
To tell us to move on
Accept them as our police force
And even to inform
Upon our friends and neighbours -
What planet are they on?
I tell you they'll get fuck all out of me
'Cause I move for revolution, for the workers' thirty two
The destruction of the privilege
They once believed that too
And when the storm is on its way
And men aim to be free
It's there they'll resurrect the RUC
For they're still a rich man's police force
They serve a rich man's state
They'll baton charge the workers
On the orders of the great
They'll use their fathers' weapons
To move against the free
Oh, they'll always be the RUC to me
They're still a rich man's police force
They serve a rich man's state
They'll baton charge the workers
On the orders of the great
And a thousand brainwashed Catholics
Don't mean anything to me
They'll always be the RUC to me
They'll always be the RUC to me
They serve the master well
Secure the fascist huddle
For a million souls could sell
Their neighbour for a pittance
Oh, the orange walk the streets
And the rest of us were battered off our feet
They armed the orange death squads
With weapons and with names
They maximised the slaughter
And played Britannia's games
They authorised collusion
And practiced shoot to kill
And the innocent were made to pay the bill
And they’re still a rich man's police force
They serve a rich man's state
They’ll baton charge the workers
On the orders of the great
They'll use their fathers' weapons
To move against the free
Oh, they'll always be the RUC to me
They sent a man from London
And he told us things have changed
There's shamrocks in the badge now
And the Jeeps don't look so strange
There's a Gaelic team in Garnerville
So please ignore our crimes
Framing dissidents who won't move with the times
They kidnapped Seamy Doherty and planted DNA
Martin Brogan and Mark Carroll
They’ll put them all away
There were four more from Coalisland
And one from Donaghadee
They tell McArthur there’s no more RUC
And they're still a rich man’s police force
They serve a rich man's state
They'll baton charge the workers on the orders of the great
They'll use their fathers’ weapons to move against the free
Oh they'll always be the RUC to me
Oh they'll always be the RUC to me
They'll always be the RUC to me
From the pacifist campaigner
To the rebel on the run
There's a peeler out to get you
And he holds a British gun
They'll tolerate the pursers
And the anti-social hoods
But they'll dive in to protect Israeli goods
They instruct our so-called leaders
To tell us to move on
Accept them as our police force
And even to inform
Upon our friends and neighbours -
What planet are they on?
I tell you they'll get fuck all out of me
'Cause I move for revolution, for the workers' thirty two
The destruction of the privilege
They once believed that too
And when the storm is on its way
And men aim to be free
It's there they'll resurrect the RUC
For they're still a rich man's police force
They serve a rich man's state
They'll baton charge the workers
On the orders of the great
They'll use their fathers' weapons
To move against the free
Oh, they'll always be the RUC to me
They're still a rich man's police force
They serve a rich man's state
They'll baton charge the workers
On the orders of the great
And a thousand brainwashed Catholics
Don't mean anything to me
They'll always be the RUC to me
They'll always be the RUC to me
Contributed by Dq82 - 2023/10/31 - 17:49
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Once Upon A Time In Ireland
In these days of relative calm in the north-eastern section of Ireland the Police Service of Northern Ireland proudly claims to be ‘Making Northern Ireland Safer’. They’ll have you believe that they’ve moved on from the notorious days of the B-Specials and Royal Ulster Constabulary. The residents and Ciarán Murphy know differently and Once Upon A Time In Ireland opens with a angry blistering attack on Northern Ireland’s police force that is more punk rock than any punk song I ever heard.
Armed only with an acoustic guitar, Ciarán comes across sometimes as a one-man punk army.
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