Belfast Cowboys
Celtic children born with stone in hand
Cast against the dark
Revolution spark
Bitter tears they flood the sea
They're drowning me
Frightened soldiers
fighting for a queen
Streets of Orange and Green
Ancient building scream
As exploding motor cars
leave their scars
Hey, Belfast Cowboys
What you gonna do
Where're you gonna run
Towards the dawn
the lights of power burn
Statesmen wrapped in fears
Wrestling with ideas
Search their souls to find the key
Who has the key?
Hey, Belfast Cowboys
What you gonna do
Where're you gonna run
Khaki angels fly into the sun
Mortar starlight burns
Tear stained face it turns
Paid the blood price to be free
Hey, Belfast Cowboys
What you gonna do
Where're you gonna run
Bruise In The Sky
Looked out my window
Saw a bruise in the sky
Closed up my curtains
As the world began to
Look through its window
Saw a bruise in the sky
Ring down the curtains
As the world began to cry
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