[Faísca]

The SAM Song

Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more,
With armalites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score,
But now we have a weapon we've never used before,
The brits are looking worried, and there goin' to worry more.

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the RA!
Ooh ahh up the ra, Ooh ahh up the RA,
SAM missiles, in the sky!

I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stone,
With a hundred more lads like me, I never was alone,
But soon I learned that bricks and stones wont drive the brits away,
It wasn't very long before (who did I join?) I joined the IRA!

And then there came internment in the year of seventy-one,
The brits thought we were beaten, thought we were on the run,
One early august morning they kicked in my back door,
For every one they took away (how many did they miss?)
They missed a hundred more!

I spent eight years in the cages, I had time to think and plan,
Although they locked away a boy, I walked out a man,
There's only one thing that I learned while in that cell I lay,
The brits will never leave, until they're blown away!

All through the days of hunger strikes I watched my comrades die,
And in the streets of Belfast you can here the women cry,
I cant forget the massacre that Friday at loughall,
I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fall!