Sting - Orange Man up the Falls

I don't kick with my left foot my dear,
I like my peace wall on one side.
And you can hear my Ulster Scots accent when I shout,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

See me marching down the Queen's highway,
I keep a band pole at my side.
I take it everywhere I march,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

If, "Marching maketh man" as someone said,
Then he's the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer fire bombs and smile,
Be sectarian no matter what they say.

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

Investment in property can lead to notoriety,
You could end up loosing £50k.
Unity, equal opertunity are rare in this community,
At night a fire bomb's brighter than the sun.

Takes more than riot gear to make a man,
Takes more than a baton-round for a gun.
Confront your enemies, ignore their opinions when you can,
A Orange Man will march but never run.

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man up the Falls.

If, "Marching maketh man" as someone said,
Then he's the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer fire bombs and smile,
Be sectarian no matter what they say. (x3)

WaaaOOh

I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien,
I'm an Orange Man on the Falls
I'm an alien I'm a loyal alien
I'm an Orange Man on the Falls

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d27gTrPPAyk&ob=av2e

DLA Mobility Car theme tune

Revvin' up your engine,
Listen to her howlin' roar.
Metal under tension,
Beggin' you to touch and go...

Highway to the benefits!
Ride into the benefits!

Headin' into twilight,
Spreadin' out her wings tonight.
She got you jumpin' off the track,
And shovin' into overdrive...

Highway to the benefits!
I'll take you
Right into the benefits!

You'll never say hello to you,
Until you get it on the red line overload.
You'll never know what you can do,
Until you get it up as high as you can go!

Out along the edges,
Always where I burn to be.
The further on the edge,
The hotter the intensity...

Highway to the benefits!
Gonna take you
Right into the benefits!
Highway to the DOLE OFFICE!!!! >:D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8rZWw9HE7o

The Police - Fields of green-white-and-Gold

You'll remember me patroling West Belfast
Upon the fields of barbwire
You'll forget the flag on his jealous pole
As we riot in fields of green-white-and-gold

So she took her nail bomb for to wang it far
Upon the fields of barbwire
In his arms she fell as her balaklava came down
Among the fields of green-white-and-gold

Will you stay with me, will you stay for questioning
Among the fields of barbwire?
We'll forget the flag on his jealous pole
As we riot in fields of green-white-and-gold

See West Belfast go past from a land rover so
Upon the fields of barbwire
Feel her body rise when you handcuff her
Among the fields of green-white-and-gold

You never made promises (to put arms beyond use) lightly
And there have been some knees that you've broken
But I swear our day will come
We'll walk in fields of green-white-and-gold
We'll walk in fields of green-white-and-gold

Many years have passed since those summer riots
Among the fields of barbwire
See the children run as the school bus burns
Among the fields of green-white-and-gold

You'll remember me patroling West Belfast
Upon the fields of barbwire
You can tell the flag on his jealous pole
When we walked in fields of green-white-and-gold
When we walked in fields of green-white-and-gold
When we walked in fields of green-white-and-gold

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLVq0IAzh1A&ob=av2n

Talking Heads (of State) - Burning Down the Lodge

Watch out. Might get your knees done in,
Cool flute bands. Orange but not the purple,
I'm an ordinary prod.
Burning down the lodge!

Hold tight. Wait till the marching's over,
Hold tight. We're in for nasty riots,
There has got to be a way,
Burning down the lodge!

Here's a brick now pack your sash: time to lob it at the cops,
The water canon is here.
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
(at an interface),
Fightin' fire with fire!

Sash wet. Hey you might need a raincoat,
Snake down. Dreams marchin' up the Falls.
Three hun-dred six-ty 11th nights,
Burning down the lodge!

It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to the lambeg drum,
Gonna march in first place.
People on their way to work, baby what did you except,
Upturned taxi in flames!

My lodge. S'out of the ordinary,
That's might. Don't want to hurt nobody.
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet (like a plastic bullet),
Burning down the lodge!

No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet,
Every drum's baten together.
I don't know what Newsline says, starring into my TV set,
Fighting fire with fire!

Burning down the lodge.

Burning down the lodge.

Burning down the lodge.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNnAvTTaJjM

Tribute

Long time ago me and my brother Ian here,
we was marchin' down a long, catholic road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny parades commissioner... in the middle... of the road.
And he said:
"Play the best march...ing song, or I'll redirrect you."

Well me and Ian, we looked at each other,
and we each said... "NO SURRENDER!"
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Sash My Father Wore, it was The Sash My Father Wore!

Look into my eyes and it's easy to see
One and one makes two, two and one makes three,
It was tradition.
Once every hundred-thousand parades or so,
When the sun doth shine and the bonfires glow
And the hate doth grow... at Drumcree

Needless to say, the commissioner was stunned.
Whip-crack went his Whoopy baton,
And the commissioner was done.
He asked us: "(snort) Be you Hibernians?"
And we said, "NEVER! We are but PRODS!"
Rock!
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah,
Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh!

This is not The Sash My Father Wore, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Sash My Father Wore, no, no.
This is a tribute, oh, to The Sash My Father Wore,
All right! It was The Sash My Father Wore,
All right! It was The best muthafuckin' Sash My Father Wore.


[2-part skat]

And the peculiar thing is this my friends:
the song we sang on that 12th night it didn't actually sound
anything like this song.
This is just a tribute! You gotta believe it!
And I wish you were there! Just a matter of tradition.
Ah, fuck! Good God, God lovin',
So surprised to find you can't stop us marchin'.


[Skat]


All right! All right!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lK4cX5xGiQ&ob=av2e