Inflammable material is planted in my head It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead Their solutions are our problems They put up the wall On each
I could be a soldier Go out there and fight to save this land Be a people's soldier Paramilitary gun in hand I won't be a soldier I won't take no orders
Seven more hours in Belfast The pound so old it's a pity Okay, there's the Trident in Bangor And then you walk back to the city We ain't got nothin'
Ain't got no money but I don't give a damn 'Cause when I get it, spend it fast as I can Ain't got no worries, at least none I can see Gotta make a fast
Punctuality's a waste of time Now, nostalgia is past, it's prime History's a thing of the past Being first just cannot last Beep beep, I'm an answering
I met you in No Man's Land Across the wire we were holding hands Hearts a-bubble in the rubble It was love at bomb site All you give me is barbed wire
Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Woman hold her head and cry Accompanying her
Friday night's here, what's the scene? Nothing to do, you know what I mean? Nothing on the telly, there is no late-night show No shows in town, there
Record boss said, "We would be a smash Yeah, go straight to number one" He talked of hits and tours and lots of cash And all the time it wasn't on And
They never ask us if we want a war Who do they think they're talkin' for 'Cos we never get no say They have to have it all their way Oh, we want no more
Rastus was a nigger, thug mugger junkie Black golly gob big horny monkey Pimp pusher coon grinning piccaninnies Send him home soon back to the trees
you down and keep you in hand You're just a pawn in their game You're just another number, you ain't got a name You just a little punk y'know they don
You're looking for something but what could it be? You look for a hero well don't look at me You look for solutions but there's none you can find You
Nothin' for us in Belfast The Pound's so old it's a pity OK, there's the trident in Bangor Then walk back to the city We ain't got nothin' but they don
Punctuality's a waste of time Now nostalgia is past it's prime History's a thing of the past Being first will never last [Chorus] Beep beep I'm an answering
Ain't got no money but I don't give a damn Cos when I got it I spend it as fast as I can Ain't got no worries at least none as I can see Got to make
Friday night's here What's the scene? Nothing to do Y'know what I mean? Nothing on the telly There is no late-night show No shows in town There is no