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He says, there s barbed wire at all of these exits, in the night when his children should sleep It's, i was a child in the sixties
they slip to their window and they see him
I am not at the wheel of control, i am a backstreet driver from america
I am not at the wheel of control, they slip to their window and they see him
and there ain t no place in belfast for that kid to go.
And there ain t no place in belfast for these kids to go, i was a child in the sixties
They slip to their window and they see him, it s a very hard life You, the man at the wheel s name is seamus
The fat man in front of me, i am war i am the root of all evil
And they think that white hood s all they need, it s a hard life, is calling black people trash to his children
And i say from the back, i don t know., and there ain t no place in belfast for these kids to go
A cafeteria line in chicage, he s the only trash here i see, he says, there s barbed wire at all of these exits
with disney and cronkite and martibn luther
I am not at the wheel of control, in the night when his children should sleep Hard, it s a hard life wherever you go
And i can t drive on the left side of the road, with disney and cronkite and martibn luther Griffith, with disney and cronkite and martibn luther
And they think that white hood s all they need, it s a very hard life, he says, there s barbed wire at all of these exits
It s a hard life, they drive to the left on falls road
I am war i am the root of all evil, what chance has that kid got?
they drive to the left on falls road
the man at the wheel s name is seamus
He says, there s barbed wire at all of these exits, i am not at the wheel of control Wherever, dreams could be held through tv
what chance has that kid got?
It s a hard life, we pass a child on the corner he knows It's, i was a child in the sixties
We pass a child on the corner he knows, what chance has that kid got?, with disney and cronkite and martibn luther
What chance has that kid got?, he says, there s barbed wire at all of these exits
In the night when his children should sleep, and there ain t no place in belfast for these kids to go You, it s a hard life
a cafeteria line in chicage
I am a backstreet driver from america, i am a backseat driver from america, they drive to the left on falls road
I am war i am the root of all evil, is calling black people trash to his children Nanci, i am a backstreet driver from america