| Donaghues closed up tight tonight as I wander the streets of town
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| Too late to get drunk too early to pray, too cold to lay back down
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| The union says we’re all for one but the boss man’s locked us out
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| And the Governor sent the goon squad, showing us what he’s all about
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| Well I used to work the factory but the lines have moved on
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| With hand to mouth so far between the golden times are gone
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| So I called in all my favors, turned over every stone
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| And ran down every number from my finger to the bone
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| Now a hard line’s been handed down
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| From Sligo jail to London town
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| If ever a time of need my boys, that time is now
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| After all they’ve taken there’s nothing left
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| But our lives to lay down
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| We can leave tonight or bloody well fight
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| A hard line’s been handed down
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| Now the loyal opposition is sharpening up their knifes
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| They got 'em out to twist and shout and give us back our lives
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| There’re marching to Jerusalem, there’re fighting in the fields
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| 'Til the mother’s son comes home again and all will be revealed
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| Now if anyone has a problem with the noise that we have made
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| With truncheons and brass knuckles we can easily persuade
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| The leaders of all nations that grind their people down
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| With lies and spies and bayonets, we’ll put them in the ground
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| Now a hard line’s been handed down
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| From Sligo jail to London town
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| If ever a time of need my boys, that time is now
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| After all they’ve taken there’s nothing left
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| But our lives to lay down
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| We can leave tonight or bloody well fight
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| A hard line’s been handed down |