It cannot bring you joy Sons of mothers huddle here Men and boys
1850 swung the doors And human sewage swept inside Where victims speak in whines And where the hardened cried
I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch
A swagger hides the fear in here By this rule we breathe And there is no one on this earth Who I’d feel sad to leave
You see we all lose We all lose
What those in power do to you Reminds us at a glance How humans hate each others guts And show it given a chance
We never say aloud the things That we say in our prayers Cause no one cares
Many executed here By the awful lawfully good But the only thing that makes me cry Is when I see the sky
Brendan Behan's laughter rings For what he had or hadn’t done For he knew then as I know now That for each and every one of us We all lose Rich or poor, we all lose Rich or poor, they all loseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
