People of the Shankill Road

I Know a road, a little place,
Known far and wide, with the highest praise,
Down by the shops, where the whole world goes,
Where the good prods flock, on the Shankill Road.

We're proud to be, Red, White and Blue,
No other colours, will ever do,
Down that sweet spot, where freedom goes,
Down by the gods gate, on the Shankill Road.

Take heed with us, lift bomb and gun, those IRA SCUM,
But the roar cried out, you'll not murder me,
For i was born, to be always free.

We're proud to be, Red, White and Blue,
No other colours, will ever do,
Down that sweet spot, where freedom goes,
Down by the gods gate, on the Shankill Road.

So wander down, tween 12 and 1,
We watch the vermin, what they have done,
To see the spirit, that we all know,
Oh thank god, for the Shankill Road.

We're proud to be, Red, White and Blue,
No other colours, will ever do,
Down that sweet spot, where freedom goes,
Down by the gods gate, on the Shankill Road.

So wander down, tween 12 and 1,
We watch the vermin, what they have done,
To see the spirit, that we all know,
Oh thank god, for the Shankill Road.
Oh thank god, for the Shankill Road.