Cry Murder! versuri

Cry Murder! lyrics by The Men of No Property

Verse 1
Streetlamp light is fading now, the sun begins to rise
And armoured police like beetles creep as factory whistles blow
Workers scurry to their mill another day begun
In Belfast august ’69 with terror of the gun
Rows of red-bricked houses, soulless charred and burned
Stand face-to-face and back-to-back, there’s no lace curtains now
An oracle from the distant past. Impervious to pain
Cement and bricks and human skill will raise them up again
From my flat above the streets I stare; I curse my newfound home
No human skill will raise my love to bloom into a man
Shot by cowards in his bed at the tender age of nine
Cry murder my child Patrick’s dead in Belfast ’69