Each Dollar A Bullet-Stiff Little Fingers

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Each Dollar A Bullet - Stiff Little Fingers (僵硬小指)
Written by:Jake Burns
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
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
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