| Word on the street — Rosie gonna fry
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| Big Man say she got it comin', girl gonna die
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| Too much hangin' out all in the wrong places
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| Runnin' with the hard men got that girl in a crisis
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| Watch your step, Rosie, you know what the price is You got a young family and we’re not Mister Nice Guys
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| You’re one step beyond the pale, look out, you hear me Gonna end up dead, oh yeah, Rosemary
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| You’re so far ahead of them, they’re so far behind
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| Oh-oh-oh you’ve already crossed the line
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| You’re so far ahead of all the hatred that they carry
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| Talkin' ‘bout a lady they call Rosemary
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| We know all about you, Rosie McGee
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| You don’t want our brothers marchin' in Drumcree
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| Don’t know you’re place, just another Fenian
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| So don’t give me no lectures ‘bout the fire of freedom
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| Look at Robbie Hamill, you know what the price is Billy Wright took a bullet from a bloody papist
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| Red Hand got your number, just a formality
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| Stay out of Portadown, oh yeah, Rosemary
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| Scars on your face, fire in your eyes
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| Get out of Lurgan — hear them choppers in the sky
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| Goin' to America — such a no-brainer
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| Testifyin' to the Yanks won’t make you any safer
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| Watch your step, Rosie, voice of the voiceless
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| Remember Pat Finnucane — he thought he was Jesus
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| Time is tight, look out you hear me Don’t put your foot on that brake, bye bye, Rosemary |