My name is Bobby 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 There was only one Turn the system upside down
But the had other ideas I got lifted for a gun In a trial a jury I got fourteen from the judge
beat me regularly But they couldn't break me I had the love of my And a burnin' faith in my
Still I left a girl outside Married her 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 can't the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your is on fire
We wouldn't their convict clothes So they stripped us to the Threw in some blankets And when they jeered us about our As we slopped out the halls We wouldn't come out of their prison We smeared shit on prison walls
Stuck in an foot concrete box With a Bible, a And the threat of everyday Can I make it through these years? Will my son my face? I blame her for the separation But for Christ's sake let him his name
Your on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they can't stop the To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your is on fire
Five simple things we ask of Five things denied But Thatcher, will not I ask my permission To break her heart We have come to a decision, strike
Three starve behind me I pray to God my Death will to compromise I can no see your face My bones through my skin I'm back to Belfast City You can't cage my in
soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they can't the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh your heart is on fire
Your on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they can't the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your heart is on