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
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