My name is Bobby Sands MP
Born in the city of Belfast
Divided by religion I grew up fast
I was stabbed and I was spat upon
My family run out of its home
There was only one solution
Turn the whole system upside down
But the system had other ideas
I got lifted for carryin' a gun
In a trial without a jury
I got fourteen years from the judge
Screws beat me regularly
But they couldn't break me because
I had the love of my comrades
And a burnin' faith in my cause
Still I left a girl outside pregnant
Married her while on remand
Now I got a son and a pain in my heart
When he doesn't recognize his old man
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
We wouldn't wear their convict clothes
So they stripped us to the bone
Threw in some threadbare blankets
And when they jeered us about our nakedness
As we slopped out down the halls
We wouldn't come out of their prison cells
We smeared shit on their prison walls
Stuck in an eight foot concrete box
With a Bible, a mattress
And the threat of violence everyday
Can I make it through these fourteen years?
Will my son remember my face?
I don't blame her for the separation
But for Christ's sake let him keep his name
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
Five simple things we ask of them
Five simple things denied
But Thatcher, will not compromise
I ask my Mother's permission
To finally break her heart
We have come to a decision, hunger strike
Three comrades starve behind me
I pray to God that my
Death will lead to compromise
I can no longer see your face
My bones break through my skin
I'm goin' back to Belfast City
You can't cage my spirit in
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
Born in the city of Belfast
Divided by religion I grew up fast
I was stabbed and I was spat upon
My family run out of its home
There was only one solution
Turn the whole system upside down
But the system had other ideas
I got lifted for carryin' a gun
In a trial without a jury
I got fourteen years from the judge
Screws beat me regularly
But they couldn't break me because
I had the love of my comrades
And a burnin' faith in my cause
Still I left a girl outside pregnant
Married her while on remand
Now I got a son and a pain in my heart
When he doesn't recognize his old man
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
We wouldn't wear their convict clothes
So they stripped us to the bone
Threw in some threadbare blankets
And when they jeered us about our nakedness
As we slopped out down the halls
We wouldn't come out of their prison cells
We smeared shit on their prison walls
Stuck in an eight foot concrete box
With a Bible, a mattress
And the threat of violence everyday
Can I make it through these fourteen years?
Will my son remember my face?
I don't blame her for the separation
But for Christ's sake let him keep his name
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
Five simple things we ask of them
Five simple things denied
But Thatcher, will not compromise
I ask my Mother's permission
To finally break her heart
We have come to a decision, hunger strike
Three comrades starve behind me
I pray to God that my
Death will lead to compromise
I can no longer see your face
My bones break through my skin
I'm goin' back to Belfast City
You can't cage my spirit in
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
Your soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh, oh, oh, oh
When your heart is on fire
Contributed by adriana - 2007/3/3 - 16:22
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Nell’album dei Black 47 intitolato “Green Suede Shoes” del 1996.
(Bernart Bartleby)