"Get Out" as written by and Dave Smalley....
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

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"Get Out" as written by Dave Smalley

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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