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Belfast Boy

Andrea Rock & the Rebel Poets
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Andrea Rock & the Rebel Poets


Born and raised in troubled times
a local boy was bent to fly
no one knows what future holds
but he knew where he came from

Memories from yesterdays
narrow minded violence
ruc discriminate
windows broken, stones of hate

Checkpoints on the way to school
rounding up the neighbors
we can't stand stand this anymore
a Belfast boy lead to war

There's no happy songs for them
innocent lads shot to death
now i'm here to represent
the Belfast boys resistance

Teenage dreams so hard to beat
nothing's really what it seems
i'm a prisoner of war
you will hear this more and more

Fifteen months in a british jail
there's no spirit they can break
sorry mom, that's what i am
a Belfast boy, till the end

Come with us now, for fuck sake
by the order of the p.t.a.!
Guns are pointed to my head
a Belfast boy dropped in hell

From that day in 98
we can see more peaceful days
generations holding hands
Belfast for a brand new age

Armed fights now make no sense
no more sorrow, no more pain
here's for you my newly friends
a Belfast boy till the end



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