מילים לשיר Each Dollar A Bullet – Stiff Little Fingers

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"
You throw in twenty dollars
That you've never even seen
And sing "Wearing of the Green
Each dollar a bullet Each victim someone's son
As surely
And Americans kill Irishmen
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
But you'll stand there and tell us
Or lost a favorite son
Just what we're doing wrong Each false word a bullet
Each victim someone's son
And Englishmen kill Irishmen
As if they fired the gun
As surely From the minute that you're born you're told
"They're not like us, they're not the same
To hate the other side
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?
Don't you ever wonder
When people are dying there
Night after night
Why it still goes on?
The hopes and fears and all the tears
Are buried in your ground
Buried in your ground Each victim someone's son
Each rumour a bullet
And careless talk kills Irishmen
As surely
As if words fired the gun Well it's lasted for so long now
It's such a part of my own life
And so many have died
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!.