The Black 47 - Rosemary Nelson lyrics

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