My name is Bobby MP in the city of Belfast Divided by I grew up fast I was and I was spat upon My run out of its home There was one solution Turn the system upside down
But the system had other I got for carryin' a gun In a trial without a I got fourteen years the judge
beat me regularly But couldn't break me because I had the of my comrades And a faith in my cause
Still I a girl outside pregnant her while on remand Now I got a son and a pain in my When he recognize his old man
soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But can't stop the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh your heart is on fire
We wouldn't wear convict clothes So they us to the bone Threw in some blankets And when they jeered us our nakedness As we slopped out the halls We wouldn't come out of their cells We smeared on their prison walls
in an eight foot concrete box With a Bible, a And the threat of everyday Can I make it through fourteen years? my son remember my face? I don't her for the separation But for Christ's sake let him keep his
soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they can't the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your heart is on
simple things we ask of them Five simple denied But Thatcher, not compromise I ask my permission To finally her heart We come to a decision, hunger strike
Three comrades behind me I to God that my will lead to compromise I can no see your face My break through my skin I'm goin' to Belfast City You can't my spirit in
soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they can't the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your heart is on
soul's on ice oh, oh, oh, oh But they stop the desire To on out oh, oh, oh, oh When your heart is on