[D] [A] [D] [A] [E] [E7] [A]

[A]Well oh well I'm back in the county hell
I [D]just flew in and my arms they feel like [A]hell
[E]I'm so glad to [E7]be back in the county [A]hell
I [A]missed the smack, I missed the crack, I missed the killings too
I [D]missed the London Irish girls [A]but especially missed you
The [E]USA never fails to make me [A]blue

Put [D]me in charge I?d execute the [A]Artistic Queers
and [D]all the fuckin bastards that drink [A]trendy Irish beers
My [D]death squads would be kids from flats all [A]high from sniffing glue
[E]I'd use them to [E7]kill rich brits and the high city [A]jews.

The [D]park bench Aristrocrats were [A]drinking in the park
And the [D]junkies are still sneaking in for [A]fix up after dark
And [D]Jock laid out on his park bench like it [A]was his home settee
[E]Singing like a [E7]fallen angel, me and Bobby Mc[A]Gee

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