My is Bobby Sands MP Born in the city of Divided by religion I grew up I was stabbed and I was spat My run out of its home was only one solution Turn the whole upside down
But the system had other I got for carryin' a gun In a trial a jury I got years from the judge
beat me regularly But they couldn't me because I had the love of my And a burnin' in my cause
Still I left a girl pregnant Married her while on Now I got a son and a in my heart When he recognize his old man
Your on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they stop the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh your heart is on fire
We wouldn't their convict clothes So they us to the bone Threw in threadbare blankets And when they jeered us our nakedness As we slopped out the halls We come out of their prison cells We smeared shit on their prison
Stuck in an eight concrete box a Bible, a mattress And the threat of violence Can I make it these fourteen years? Will my son my face? I blame her for the separation But for Christ's let him keep his name
Your on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they can't the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When heart is on fire
Five things we ask of them Five simple denied But Thatcher, will not I ask my Mother's To finally break her We have come to a decision, strike
Three comrades behind me I to God that my Death will to compromise I can no longer see your My bones break my skin I'm goin' back to City You cage my spirit in
soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they can't stop the To on out oh, oh, oh, oh your heart is on fire
Your on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they stop the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your heart is on