Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Supergrass 
Now when Ireland we rosen up at last Theres the UDR the Army and the SAS But the lowest of the low is the foe you do not know And thats the man they call the supergrass 
Singing rifa ter a ludy tera lee Theres no one who can tell a lie like me You can search until you tire youll never find a bigger liar Im the supergrass youve seen me on TV 
I can name you people I have never seen I can tell you places I have never been For if the moneys right I could tell black was white I could tell you Gerry Adams loves the queen 
Spare a thought for poor Kirkpatrick and for Black Sure theyre nervous now that Gilmours got the sack For they put their trust in villains and they took the saxon shillings Their own hands put the noose around their necks 
To my native land I bid a fond farewell Where Im going is the one thing I wont tell But Ill keep a watch behind for if anyman should find me The only place Ill ever go is hell 
You might see my face in some exotic bar In New Zealand or far off Africa I have no friends or relations I betrayed the Irish nation Thirty silver pieces doesnt get you far