Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harp, artist - Stiff Little Fingers.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Harp |
Don’t pity this poor immigrant |
My eyes were open when I caught the boat |
All I wanted was your shelter |
And maybe just a little hope |
But you turned your anger on me |
For the courage that you lack |
I don’t want your half assed freedom |
You can have the whole deal back |
So now I’ll tell you something |
Let’s get this straight from the start |
Don’t call me Harp |
Don’t call me Harp |
You said: «Bring me your poor and destitute |
And I can kick them when they’re down» |
Cause there’s always enough misery |
And we’ll be sure to share it round |
Now I’ll turn my anger on you |
For the decency you lack |
For the morals you fail to uphold |
Your cocaine, crack and smack |
To the land that wears it’s heart up front |
I’m screaming from the back |
Don’t call me Harp |
Don’t call me Harp |
And the ghettos almost full now |
It’s time for trash to move uptown |
And the sight of all those beggars |
On the streets must really get you down |
Soon they’ll turn their anger on you |
For the promises you broke |
For all the lies you told them |
As their dreams went up in smoke |
And I feel I stand among them |
As I shout this from the heart |
Don’t call me Harp |
Don’t call me Harp |
You built your land on principles |
Decent, brave and true |
I find it hard to understand |
Just what went wrong with you |
Don’t call me Harp |
Don’t call me Harp |
(Rpt, 1st Verse) |