| I’m an SAS hit squad assassin. |
| Protector of the state
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| Protecting those in power from the terrorist cowards. |
| Elimination’s the game
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| Fulfilling Government aims and regulations. |
| Our political war against you
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| We are the enemy that’s plain to see; |
| we’re watching you’re every move
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| Self disciplined? |
| Who dares shall win? |
| Terrifying? |
| Or am I???
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| The man next door? |
| Your brother in law? |
| Who’s away working on the oilrigs?
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| The long distance lorry driver from on the corner? |
| No one seems to know who he is
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| I could be the meter reader, or the temporary postman. |
| Pushing greetings
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| through the family door?
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| That’s for us to know and you to guess, but make no mistakes, this is war
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| Self disciplined? |
| Killing machine? |
| But that’s not the same? |
| That’s what you
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| think?
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| Well here’s a message to you, you are wrong
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| Can’t you see you head strong super gobshite git? |
| That as your bullets rip a mother’s heart?
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| Each time you kill or maim again and again, your actions ignite a spark?
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| The flames then burn so fiercely, fuelled by anger from those who have nothing
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| left!
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| Contradictions — superstitions — old traditions, in Northern Ireland your
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| Government’s guilty of theft |