Beyond The Iriot Nation – 11th July 1984

There is a place where no flower grows
Where seeds are sown of a black rose
The rebellion never ends, never ceases to bloom
But is cherished by those that live in doom
Beyond the Iriot nation
Death comes quickly, too slow for some
The rebellion was squashed, it had never begun
A return to work after they’d gone
And the Iriot nation will always live on
Beyond the Iriot nation