Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Chorus:
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take ’em home to you oul man
It’s an instrument of torture to break your leg in two
It’ll stop you feeling lonely, but leaves you black and blue
When you’ve had your fill of CS gas behind the barricade
And served your time with half bricks, you’ve learned a brand new trade
Fighting for your freedom, the dignity of man
Look out for rubber bullets, the Army’s latest plan
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If your family’s going hungry, curfew needn’t break your heart
The Army’s solved your problem; you can bake a rubber tart
When you’re under house arrest and your nerves are getting frayed
The prescription rubber bullets fired underneath the bed
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Don’t forget the highway code when crossing of the street
A bullet doing ninety could leave obsolete
Watch when stepping off the curb, I’m being quite sincere
A bullet in a proper place could leave you feeling queer
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When a soldier says he loves you behind the barricade
Look out for rubber bullets and grab his red cockade
The bullet’s meant to stun you, be careful how you bend
If it breaks a leg or two the Army will commend
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