Lyrics:

in The Mist
hanging In A Noose
while I Get Dressed
blown To Bits By An Ira Bomb
weighing Not Too Much More Than Half A Stone
blown To Bits
by An Ira Bomb

a Dirty Old Man
had His Own Ambitions
in His Day
to Live With The Queen
and I Should Know
cos I Was There
blown To Bits
by An Ira Bomb
that Little Boy Is No More
feed Him To The Fish
intestines In A Plastic Bag
and That's What You Get From Those Fcking Fags