Gravity pulls us down crawling on the ground Like a soldier who's just lost the battle for the cost of being brave Rows of politicians smile Their troops in sweet denial Leaving now to fight a war nobody knows the reasons for
Imagery pulls us to a cause follow the stars and stripe their laws Like the enemy who proudly die suicide their religious cry The stench of death again hatred and vile among men Home on leave through the emerald isle Stopping off at Shannon for the country mile
Irish air in the lungs will lift their hearts keep them from those foreign parts Fighting for the western freedom No colours in their dreams a demon The reality of death or war these young men know it more For democracy they fly tonight to the land of promise far out of sight
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