With a rumble of boots and a soldier's suit they march through irish land   fresh-faced boys turned to grim young men, with a union jack in hand   look to the roofs for trouble boy, and don't trust anyone   you're a foreigner in a foreign land, and you don't belong my son   get out, england, get out   you know you don't belong   get out, england, get out   cause it's bloody and its wrong   a beautiful people, proud and free you'll never keep them down   how do you think they've made it through history ?   balls have a name and sound   you say you stand for noble things, so I don't understand   the guns and the boots and the soldier's suits on green and noble land   get out england, get out - you know you don't belong   get out england, get out - cause it's bloody and it's wrong   get out england, get out - it's time to put things right   get out england, get out - cause this is not your fight   don't think this is a catholic thing   you're wrong   I'm a wasp just like you but I sing a different song   there's not excuse to split a country or think that you know best   england I love you in so many ways but lets put this crap to rest