Lyrics Bierut Moon - Stiff Little Fingers

Bierut Moon

«-like to help you,» the consul said
«But there’s nothing we can do
Well, you knew the risks when you took the job
After all you’re not a fool
So, don’t call me, don’t call me
I just can’t bend the rules
Keep your chin up, I know it’s tough
Somehow you’ll get through.»
It seems the Americans bargain and rescue
But if you get caught you’re left to rot
Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon
Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do
Different rules, we haven’t got a clue
«We can’t be seen to be giving in
To these terrorists you see
If we talk with them it would mean the end
Of all that we hold dear
So don’t call me, don’t call me
I’m doing all I can
Although it seems from where you sit
I don’t give a damn.»
Back home they’ll remember you in papers, on TV
'cus when you’re caught you’re left to rot
Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon
Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do
Different rules, we haven’t got a clue
Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do
Different rules, we haven’t got a clue
And though you dream of being free
There’s not much hope that I can see
Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon
Just today on the news I saw
A hostage walking free
He talked of how it came about
He gained his liberty
He said, don’t give up, don’t give up
Argue, beg and plead
Keep the pressure on, don’t let it drop
Somehow you’ll get free
He said the Americans would bargain and rescue
But when Brits get caught they’re left to rot
Under a Beirut, under the Beirut Moon
(Under a Beirut moon)
Different rules, we haven’t got a clue
(Under a Beirut moon)
Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do
Under a Beirut moon
Different rules, we haven’t got a clue
Under a Beirut moon
Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do