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letra de terrorist or dreamer - bik mcfarlane

[verse 1]
in sackville street the curfew drove the restless out of sight
the black and tans marched up and down, the moon shone cold and bright
the shot was like a whip crack pulled the first man off his feet
he died on bl–dy cobblestones, his comrades combed the street
they called up reinforcements, pulled the people from their beds
they were screaming “get the b-st-rd!”, but its fear was in their heads
they found him in a cellar, he was only seventeen
fighting for his country, dying for the green
the sergeant dragged him by the hair, beat him to the ground
into this young mans body he emptied every round
“come out and take a look”, he cried as he marched his troops away
they went in stony silence, such a prize to have to pay
some knelt and prayed beside him, ah but it’s too late anyhow
they said he was a rebel then and he’s a hero now

[verse 2]
in ’66 this country sang the praises of the dead
we didn’t call them rebels then, we used “patriot” instead
on every household tv screen we saw how hard they fought
how they spilled their life’s blood, how freedom had been bought
the garden gates were opened up to silent motorcades
cannons boomed and flags unfurled, solemn wreaths were laid
prayers for those departed were called for loud and clear
for those who had been outlawed, ah but that was another year
the veterans lined up stiff and proud, their white hair ruled the wind
with their pride pinned to their gaberdine, thoughts upon their friends
and bitter wounds burst open, the scars of history
went flying into our faces with stark reality
just up the road from sackville street, ah but things are different now
they said he was a rebel then and he’s a hero now
[verse 3]
along the falls road soldiers push, their glances left and right
kids of the english working class, soldiers overnight
tossed into the melting pot of bl–dy war and strife
never understanding and fearing for their lives
outside the glen road brewery a bomb takes two away
the bombers work is over well he’s finished for the day
a terrorist or a dreamer: the savage or the brave?
it depends who’s vote you’re trying to catch, or who’s face you’re trying to save
there’s tea and cakes in downing street and whispers in the halls
“let’s move to cure rhodesia now our backs are to the wall”
there’s panic down in leinster house where words are seldom scarce
“send someone to glasnevin quick to remember padraig pe-rs-!”
once more his crucifixion, well it seems a lie somehow
they said he was a rebel then but he’s a hero now
once more his crucifixion, it seems a lie somehow
they said he was a rebel then but he’s a hero now
but he’s a hero now

- bik mcfarlane

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