You neck is cheap elastic beneath the brain of lead.
Thanks for the lies and poison, "Nothing is true", you said,
The road to honest happiness ploughs right through
Yellow scum like you.

Bluerings don't go to town,
I'm your enemy now.

Say you stand for something, making a lame attempt,
Be lucky and be always assured of my contempt,
Skull just splits.

Bluerings don't go to town,
Not now you gun me down.

- My neck or yours?

Bluerings don't go to town,
Walk your dog round and round.
I'm your enemy now.
I'm your enemy now.
Your little enemy now.

- Scum condensed of Irish dogs,
- Ruffian, traitor, demagogue - That's me.