They've got enough trouble with petrol bombs Without some traitor stealing their arms Soldiers are paid to uphold the law Traitor you supply to opposition in the war Traitor did you do it for the pay Traitor it'll kill you someday Traitor you're paid to keep the law Traitor you're prolonging this war Traitor broke in at the dead of night Not knowing if what he's doing is wrong or right He's a traitor in the IRA's pay Hope he doesn't live to see another day Whether you gave or whether they bought The gun you stole is killing your sort Death and destruction is all around Killing soldiers five per pound