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Oh Dolours

The Roland High Life
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The Roland High Life


Oh, Dolours
You were born at the mouth of a war
For your nation, your sex, and your soul
You fought them all the way

When you were younger
You would flirt with the RUCs at the bar
Sneaking snitches and guns in your car
With a wink and a smile

You took arms in the fight
With your sister in spite
All the scars on your family line
All that it cost was
Your body, your blood, and your mind
Oh, Dolours

Oh, Dolours
When you flew to the heart of the crown
Lady Justice came tumbling down
And they found you at Heathrow

That Iron Lady
Wanted someone to shoulder the blame
For playing those patriot games
On legitimate threats

So they fed you to death
Locked you up in your head
But you still wouldn't swallow your pride
All that it cost was
Your body, your blood, and your mind
Oh, Dolours

Oh, Dolours
NĂ­ saoirse go saoirse na mBan
St. Stephen thought you were the one
But you were a bomb

All the vodka and pills
Couldn't help you to kill
All the loneliness left in your eyes
By a cause that had taken
Your body, your blood, and your mind

Was it worth it
Mis-adventuring down to your grave
Will the children remember your name
Or drown it in shame
Oh, Dolours



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