Rosemary Nelson

Word on the street - Rosie gonna fry

Big Man say she got it comin’, girl gonna die

Too much hangin’ out all in the wrong places

Runnin’ with the hard men got that girl in a crisis

Watch your step, Rosie, you know what the price is

You got a young family and we’re not Mister Nice Guys

You’re one step beyond the pale, look out, you hear me

Gonna end up dead, oh yeah, Rosemary

You’re so far ahead of them, they’re so far behind

Oh-oh-oh you’ve already crossed the line

You’re so far ahead of all the hatred that they carry

Talkin’ ‘bout a lady they call Rosemary

We know all about you, Rosie McGee

You don’t want our brothers marchin’ in Drumcree

Don’t know you’re place, just another Fenian

So don’t give me no lectures ‘bout the fire of freedom

Look at Robbie Hamill, you know what the price is

Billy Wright took a bullet from a bloody papist

Red Hand got your number, just a formality

Stay out of Portadown, oh yeah, Rosemary

Scars on your face, fire in your eyes

Get out of Lurgan - hear them choppers in the sky

Goin’ to America – such a no-brainer

Testifyin’ to the Yanks won’t make you any safer

Watch your step, Rosie, voice of the voiceless

Remember Pat Finnucane – he thought he was Jesus

Time is tight, look out you hear me

Don’t put your foot on that brake, bye bye, Rosemary