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- Stiff Little Fingers - Each Dollar A Bullet Lyrics
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- Stiff Little Fingers
- » Each Dollar A Bullet
- Oh it must be so romantic
- When the fighting's over there
- And they're passing round the shamrock
- And you're all filled up with tears
- "For the love of dear old Ireland"
- That you've never even seen
- You throw in twenty dollars
- And sing "Wearing of the Green
- [Chorus:]
- Each dollar a bullet
- Each victim someone's son
- And Americans kill Irishmen
- As surely
- As if they fired the gun
- Now you've never stood on Belfast's streets
- And heard the bombs explode
- Or hid beneath the blankets
- When there's riots down the road
- No you've never had your best friend die
- Or lost a favorite son
- But you'll stand there and tell us
- Just what we're doing wrong
- Each false word a bullet
- Each victim someone's son
- And Englishmen kill Irishmen
- As surely
- As if they fired the gun
- From the minute that you're born you're told
- To hate the other side
- "They're not like us, they're not the same
- We know because we're right"
- But can't you see we're all the same
- There is no right and wrong
- Why can't we stop and realize
- Just what we're doing wrong
- We've hated too much too long
- Each old lie a bullet
- Each victim someone's son
- And Irishmen kill Irishmen
- As surely
- As if they fired the gun
- How can you convince yourself
- That what you do is right?
- When people are dying there
- Night after night
- Don't you ever wonder
- Why it still goes on?
- The hopes and fears and all the tears
- Are buried in your ground
- Buried in your ground
- Each rumour a bullet
- Each victim someone's son
- And careless talk kills Irishmen
- As surely
- As if words fired the gun
- Well it's lasted for so long now
- And so many have died
- It's such a part of my own life
- Yet it leaves me mystified
- How a people so intelligent
- Friendly, kind and brave
- Can throw themselves so willingly
- Into an open grave
- Each new day a bullet
- Each victim someone's son
- And ignorance kills Irishmen
- As surely
- As if we fired the gun
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