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All Tomorrow's PartiesOur agent says it's calledAs we pull up in the seaside rainto the Butlins bingo hallAs we wire up pyrotechnicsAnd the lighting rig is raisedThe extras pin on poppiesGrab their medals and beretsWho'd have thought we'd find ourselvesWith showbiz for a tradeWe who cut our baby teethOn Semtex and grenadesWe trot out all the greatest hitsin a half-cut tourist dazeThe Australian IRA ShowDouble-jointed valley girlsWe've got you in our sightsThe Enniskillen show at the Hollywood BowlFor fifteen sold-out nightsAnd we might refloat Mountbatten's boatAt Henley next JulyOr re-deconstruct Canary WharfSongtexteOne sponsored New Year's nightWho'd have thought we'd find ourselvesUntouched by any rageFrom our tooled-up former comradesAs we mount our burning stageThey're tied up beheading LatviansFor the Leinster poppy tradeThe Australian IRA ShowThe guy from the Corrs is askingTo excavate South ArmaghThe Grail, Shergar's bones, Twin TowersOne big cover-upBlah, blah, blah, blahWho'd have thought we'd find ourselvesBeing asked in many tonguesIf we intend to make new workWhen our revivals are all doneAh, but that's to miss the point, of courseAnd the golf course in the sunThe Australian IRA Show Aus Songtexte Mania