Where I Live

Where I live.
Not the Free State.
Your view of the Reformation seals your fate.
Police and Priests.
Govern the land.
Controlling the people.
With an Iron hand.

In Belfast City.
The estates are so s**tty.
Old Firm Apres Match Interface.
Riots posted in Bebo and MySpace.
Some say, "Sure, it's cause af the taigs! Their mas are slegs!"
Others say "It's Orange Supremacy! Their parades are menacing!"

Over on the Train to Ballymena, hey.
Where kids get killed over some s**t they say.
Doe a Rabbit, a Female Rabbit.
A kid had the wrong Football Shirt, the gang will stab it.

Conflict transmitted all over the World.
All over a flag and a few little girls.
New York, Glasgow, Liverpool.
The Poor are misled unemployed fools.

Omagh, says Geldof, is like 9/11.
The bombers unrepentant in their personal Heaven.
30 Years ago, the UVF crossed the Border.
Bringing bombs and Government disorder.

People talk about War Heroes.
Over and over again.
But few of them know about conflict.
Few experienced the Pain.

Now they're agreeing.
And acting all grand.
But the cynic in me says it's all built from Sand.