Your neck is cheap elastic beneath the brain of lead
Thanks for the lies and poison, “Nothing is true”, you say
The road to honest happiness ploughs right through
Yellow scum like you

Bluerings don’t go to town
I’m your enemy now

Saying you stand for something, making a lame attempt
Be lucky and be always assured of my contempt
Blue ringed eyes, torn clothes, clenched fist
Skull just splits

Bluerings don’t go to town,
Not now you gunned 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 bog,
Ruffian, traitor, demagogue – That’s me.