Belfast

All around the world some people fuck each other in the head
They don’t give a fuck if their opinion makes the other people sad.
Some of them believe in Jesus, the other pledge allegiance on the flag
All around the world some people fuck each other in the head.

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So instead of hugging each other, we misuse the power and hail the king,
Go and sing beloved Eyre. All together in one ring.
Some of them are green of nature. The other has some orange in the blood.
The reveries of the undivided nation has blown up like a petard.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So we go on the street in order to express our pain and rage.
And we want to speak of freedom, using bricks and baseball bates.
After a second of silence… Whack! The violence overrides the men.
You can read in their eyes: we will fight for the emblem.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Fist in a face is the first in your faith!