Bigots scaring children

(G)Let our children go to school, you’ve (C)broken (G)every human (D)rule
The world sees (G)you for what you are, (Am)bombing children (Bm)won’t keep you in (D)power
(C)Bigots scaring (D)children is what you (G)are

All our children want to do is learn, for education deals with such concern
Ignorance only breed fear, prejudice feeds hate and violence here
It only makes the situation more unclear

Your (C)demon(G)stration clearly (D)says (C)‘Orchestrated (G)by the U.D.(D)A’ [Fascist Paramilitaries]
(Am)Perhaps you think that (Bm)everyone is (D)blind? Or (Am)because we’re slightly (Bm)different doesn’t (C)mean we don’t have (D)minds
(Am)One day you might (Bm)realise that (C)we are all man(D)kind, but that might take some (G)time

Let our children go to school, you’ve broken every human rule
The world sees you for what you are, bombing children won’t keep you in power
Bigots scaring children is what you are

Or maybe YOU could go to school, it might teach you a thing or two
That human beings are made the same, that doesn’t mean our children can be blamed
Bigots just like you should be ashamed.

©(p)Pol Mac Adaim. Reality Records 2002.


If we don’t help them now      (Second fret A minor)

(Am)As the sun goes (G)down over (F)Istanbul (G)town a (F)father and (G)mother (Am)weep
(Am)In an ‘F’-block (G)jail behind (F)the steel (G)rail for the (F)last time their (G)daughter (Am)sleeps
(C)Starving for (G)human rights (Am)she won’t give (Em)up the fight (F)let her know (G)neither will (Am)we
(C)For as long as the (G)fascists are (Am)in control (Em)there they’ll come (F)closer to (G)you and to (Am)me

Through countless years of torture and fear this corrupt state of evil survives
Neath(Beneath) the blazing sun this rebellion will uncover this governments lies
Mothers and daughters, sisters and brothers starve inside and outside the jails
If we don’t help them now we won’t need to ask how this human rights process will fail

Back in ’81 our very own sons did starve against such evil ways
Though it’s been twenty years we still shed our tears for the suffering they went through each day.
Starving for human rights she won’t give up the fight let her know neither will we
For as long as the fascists are in control there they’ll come closer to you and to me

Travel agents disguise this government’s lies selling holiday breaks in this land
If you can hear the plea of the boycott they need then you’ve started to reach out your hand
Mothers and daughters, sisters and brothers starve inside and outside the jails
If we don’t help them now we won’t need to ask how this human rights process will fail
Starving for human rights she won’t give up the fight let her know neither will we
For as long as the fascists are in control there they’ll come closer to you and to me.

©(p)Pol Mac Adaim.2002. Reality Records.


I don’t know

(G)Well it’s hard to plan too far ahead in a (C)world that’s less (G)alive than dead
With rivers full of mercury, the (D)air’s not even poison free
(G)They’re digging tunnels in the ground to (C)pour their nuclear (G)wastage down
Safe (C)in a million (G)years or so (D)in the meantime I don’t (G)know

(G)Oh! The Irish Sea it used to be so (C)full of life and (G)greenery,
now all we get are fish that glow, sea(D)weed that burns and sand like snow
And (G)there’s a hole up in the ‘o zone’ (C)how it got there (G)no one knows
(C)how we’re gonna (G)patch it up is a (D)mystery I (G)suppose

Chorus ;-)
(D)They’re selling nuclear shelters just in (C)case they drop ‘the (G)bomb’
And for (C)anyone (G)afraid of ‘aids’ they’ve an ‘extra thick’ (D)condom
New world order’s on it’s feet, (C)kids can’t get (G)enough to eat
And they’re (C)making millions (G)selling dope to (D)those who’ve lost all (G)hope

It’s looking bad alright, you say. It seems as if we’ve lost our way
Destruction must be close at hand and everyone must understand
That the governments and bosses too don’t give a shit for me and you
The working class is still in chains despite their talks of gains.

Chorus

Yes it’s hard to plan too far ahead in a world that’s more alive than dead
With rivers full of mercury, the air’s not even poison free
They’re digging tunnels in the ground to pour their nuclear wastage down
Safe in a million years or so in the meantime I don’t know

©(p)G.Adams & Pól Mac Adaim. Reality Records 2002.