Blacks Boys On Mopeds Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

Margareth Thatcher on TV 

Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing 

It seems strange that she should be offended 

The same orders are given by her 

I've said this before now 

You said I was childish and you'll say it now 

Remember what I told you 

If they hated me they will hate you 

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses 

It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds 

And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving 

I don't want him to be aware that there's 

Any such thing as grieving 

Young mother down at Smithfield 

Five a.m., looking for food for her kids 

In her arms she holds three cold babies 

And the first word that they learned was please 

These are dangerous days 

To say what you feel is to dig your own grave 

Remember what I told you 

If you were of the world they would love you 

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses 

It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds 

And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving 

I don't want him to be aware that there's 

Any such thing as grieving