Lack Of Limits Black'n'tans
I was born on a Dublin street, where the royal drums did
beat
And the loving marching feet, they walked all over us
And every single night, when my father came home tight
He awoke the neighbours outside with his chorus
Come out you Black'n'Tans, come out and fight me like a
man
Show your wifes how you won medals down in flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra - yeah!
Come let us hear you tell, how you slammed the great
Parnell
How you fought him well and truely persecuted
Where were your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us
hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed
Come tell us how you slew them oul arabs two by two
Like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one with your sixteen shotgun
And you frightened the poor natives to their marrow
Now the time is running fast and I think the days are
here
When each f*ck*ng armed yoeman, he runs before us
And if there'll be a need, then our kids will sing God
speed
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's chorus
