Stiff Little Fingers все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound so old it's a pity
OK, there's the Trident in Bangor
Then walk back to the city
We ain't got nothin' but they don't really care
They don't even know you know
They Just want money
we can take it or leave it

I met you in No Man's Land
Across the wire we were holding hands
Hearts a-bubble in the rubble
It was love at bomb site

(Chorus:)
All you give me is barbed wire love
All caught up in barbed wire love

Take a look around you all is dead
A good look around makes me see red
What have they done to us?
Taken all our fun from us
We might as well just stay all day in bed

Of course we're right
You know we're right

You had us almost believing we were good enough for no one, no how
You had us take it or leave it, it's the best deal you're gonna get right now son
a little dig here, a little word did you really think that you could control us?
Maybe we didn't make it clear, you can have your opinions but you don't own us

If I ever see your face again it will be far too soon
to say the things I want to say to you.

You're holding on to something
I don't believe it's real
You're living in the past
And you refuse to reappraise
Your ridiculous commitment
To an outmoded ideal
Are you honestly that stupid
Or will these wounds never heal

Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway

You know there ain't no street like home
To make you feel so all alone
Plenty of folk to tell you what to do
But they don't speak the same language as you

They wanna have me here

I don't know how to say
I think that we should call it a day
It's easy to be your slave
But that's not the way
that I want to behave

Believed you when you lied
Could stop you if I tried

You once were my friend
You once cared for the human race
Now I see avarice written across your face
I tried to help you
But you only pushed me away
I tried to listen
Then I heard you say:

Here's your mask 'nd here's your glove, it's all an arcade game
We call it 'Virtual Reality' so nothing's what it seems
Although we may want you to kill just do it now for fun
You play on the computer screen while these men load your gun
Men who only think of fortune no matter the price
Men who kill for sand and petrol never thinking twice

(Chorus:)

I think it's time we talked this over
I think you've taken this too far
I never wanted to be different
Didn't ask to be nobody's star
Try to take control of it, 'cause
What you see is what you get
Try to take control of it and not me
You say there's talk of revolution (so what's new?)

You roots, you radicals, you rock to the reggae
You roots, you radicals, you dub to the reggae
You roots, you radicals, you skank to the reggae

Let there be peace in the east, peace in the west
You roots, you radicals and all the rest
Peace up north, peace down south
Peace in the ghettoes all round about

You lit a flame in my heart
And it is burning still
And every time I hear you shout
It still gives me a thrill
I can see you up there
With your right leg pumping

Goodbye inspiration

He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared
Swapped boy scout hat for army cap
He thought he'd be prepared
At the age of 17 he was forced to choose
Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22

He joined up for just three years