My is Bobby Sands MP in the city of Belfast Divided by religion I up fast I was and I was spat upon My run out of its home There was one solution Turn the whole upside down
But the system had ideas I got lifted for a gun In a trial without a I got fourteen years the judge
Screws beat me But they couldn't break me I had the love of my And a burnin' faith in my
Still I left a girl outside her while on remand Now I got a son and a pain in my he doesn't 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 wear their clothes So stripped us to the bone Threw in some threadbare And they jeered us about our nakedness As we slopped out the halls We wouldn't out of their prison cells We smeared shit on their prison
Stuck in an eight foot box With a Bible, a And the threat of violence Can I make it through fourteen years? Will my son remember my I blame her for the separation But for Christ's sake let him his name
soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But can't stop the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your heart is on
Five simple things we ask of Five simple things But Thatcher, will not I ask my permission To finally break her We have come to a decision, strike
Three starve behind me I to God that my Death lead to compromise I can no longer see face My break through my skin I'm back to Belfast City You can't cage my in
Your 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