About the only song that I am really familiar with by "Stiff Little Fingers" is "Alternative Ulster", and I didn't think that the lyrics made alot sense at all. Oh! Well!

Stiff Little Fingers - White Noise

Rastus was a nigger. Thug mugger junkie.
Black golly gob. Big horny monkey.
Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies.
Send him home soon. Back to the trees.

Black wogs. Black wogs. Your Face don't fit.
Black wogs. Black wogs. You Ain't no Brits.

Ahmed is a Paki. Curry coffee queer.
Ten to a bed. Flocking over here.
Tax-sponging canker. Smelly thieving kids.
Ponce greasy wanker. Worse than the yids.

Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Your Face don't fit.
Brown wogs. Brown wogs. You Ain't no Brits.

Stick together we'll be all white me and you
The only colours we need are red, right and blue.

Paddy is a moron. Spud thick Mick.
Breeds like a rabbit. Thinks with his prick.
Anything floors him if he can't fight or drink it.
Round them up in Ulster. Tow it out and sink it.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Our Face don't fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. We Ain't no Brits.

If the victim ain't a soldier why should we care?
Irish bodies don't count. Life's cheaper over there.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. We Ain't no Brits.
Green Wogs. Green wogs. Get 'em boys.
Green wogs. Green wogs. Turn up the white noise.