Kyle Thompson: Music

BELFAST

THEY WERE BOURNE TO THE NORTH PART OF TOWN…
AND IF YOU CROSSED THE LINE SOUTH…
THEY MIGHT SHOOT YOU DOWN…
AND THERE BEING BORN INTO POVERTY…
IS PLANTING THE HATE OF ALL ROYALTY…

AND THE MILITARY MEN THEY COME…
TO KEEP THE PEACE…AND THEN KILL YOUR SON…
SEEMS THAT ‘TIS THE WAY IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN…
IN BELFAST, NORTHERN IRELAND…

THERE IS A YOUNG GIRL I KNOW ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF TOWN…
AND SHE WANDERS THE STREETS…
WITH HER SAD EYES CAST DOWN…
SHE DON’T SEE NOTHIN’ BUT TRASH IN THE GUTTER…
SINCE THE CAR BOMB THAT TOOK BOTH HER DA AND HER MOTHER…

AND THE CASKETS AND MOURNERS PARADE THROUGH THE STREET…
TO SHOW THAT THE DEAD WON’T GO DOWN TO DEFEAT…
AND THE I.R.A.SOLDIERS STARVE RIGHT TO THE BONE…
PLEDGING THEMSELVES TO DEBASING THE THRONE…

BUT IN BUCKINGHAM PALACE YOU CAN’T HEAR THE CRY…
AND YOU CAN’T SEE BEYOND THE COLD WALLS OF A LIE…
THOUGH TRY AS YOU MIGHT…WITH RIFLE AND CLOAK…
YOUR JUSTICE IN IRELAND…IS ONLY A JOKE…

AND THE CASKETS AND MOURNERS PARADE THROUGH THE STREET…
TO SHOW THAT THE DEAD WON’T GO DOWN TO DEFEAT…
SEEMS THAT ‘TIS THE WAY IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN…
IN BELFAST, NORTHERN IRELAND…