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I am a backseat driver from America |
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They drive to the left on Falls Road |
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And the man at the wheel's name is Seamus |
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We pass a child on the corner he knows |
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And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that kid got?" |
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And I say from the back, "I don't know" |
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He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits |
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And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go" |
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It's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life |
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It's a hard life wherever you go |
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And if we poison our children with hatred |
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Then, the hard life is all that they'll know |
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And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kids to go |
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A cafeteria line in Chicago, the fat man in front of me |
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Is calling black people trash to his children |
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And he's the only trash here I see |
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And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood |
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In the night when his children should sleep |
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But, they slip to their window and they see him |
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And they think that white hood's all they need |
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It's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life |
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It's a hard life wherever you go |
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And if we poison our children with hatred |
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Then, the hard life is all that they'll know |
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And there ain't no place in Chicago for that kids to go |
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I was a child in the sixties |
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Dreams could be held through TV |
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With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther |
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And I believed, I believed, I believed |
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Now, I am the backseat driver from America |
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And I am not at the wheel of control |
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I am guilty, I am war, and I am the root of all evil |
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Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road |
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It's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life |
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It's a hard life wherever you go |
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And if we poison our children with hatred |
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Then, the hard life is all that they'll know |
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And there ain't no place in this world for that kids to go |
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It's a hard life wherever you go |
