| I am a backseat driver from America
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| They drive to the left on Falls Road
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| The man at the wheel’s name is Seamus
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| We pass a child on the corner he knows
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| And Seamus says, «Now, what chance has that kid got?»
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| And I say from the back, «I don’t know»
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| He says, «There's barbed wire at all of these exits
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| And there ain’t no place in Belfast for that kid to go»
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| It’s a hard life
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| It’s a hard life
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| It’s a very hard life
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| It’s a hard life wherever you go
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| If we poison our children with hatred
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| Then, the hard life is all they’ll ever know
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| And there ain’t no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go
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| (Chicago)
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| (This world)
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| A cafeteria line in Chicago
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| The fat man in front of me
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| Is calling black people trash to his children
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| He’s the only trash here I see
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| And I’m thinking this man wears a white hood
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| In the night when his children should sleep
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| But, they slip to their window and they see him
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| And they think that white hood’s all they need
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| I was a child in the sixties
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| Dreams could be held through TV
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| With Disney and Cronkite and Martibn Luther
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| Oh, I believed, I believed, I believed
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| Now, I am a backstreet driver from America
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| I am not at the wheel of control
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| I am guilty, I am war I am the root of all evil
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| Lord, and I can’t drive on the left side of the road |