Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of armalites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried, and they're going to worry more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA (Ooh, ah, up the 'RA! Ooh ah up the 'RA!)
SAM missiles in the sky...

Well I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the Brits away
It wasn't very long before (who did I join?) I joined the IRA

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on [bad word] On that early august morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away (how many did they miss?) they missed a hundred more

I spent eight years in the cages 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 a cell I lay
The Brits will never leave us (until when?) until they're blown away

All through the days of hunger strike I watched [bad word] die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my [bad word] as, I watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA (Ooh, ah, up the 'RA! Ooh ah up the 'RA!)

SAM missiles in the sky...