Each Dollar A Bullet Lyrics - Singles - Stiff Little Fingers

Oh it must be so romantic 

When the fighting's over there 

And they're passing round the shamrock 

And you're all filled up with tears 

"For the love of dear old Ireland" 

That you've never even seen 

You throw in twenty dollars 

And sing "Wearing of the Green 

[Chorus:] 

Each dollar a bullet 

Each victim someone's son 

And Americans kill Irishmen 

As surely 

As if they fired the gun 

Now you've never stood on Belfast's streets 

And heard the bombs explode 

Or hid beneath the blankets 

When there's riots down the road 

No you've never had your best friend die 

Or lost a favorite son 

But you'll stand there and tell us 

Just what we're doing wrong 

Each false word a bullet 

Each victim someone's son 

And Englishmen kill Irishmen 

As surely 

As if they fired the gun 

From the minute that you're born you're told 

To hate the other side 

"They're not like us, they're not the same 

We know because we're right" 

But can't you see we're all the same 

There is no right and wrong 

Why can't we stop and realize 

Just what we're doing wrong 

We've hated too much too long 

Each old lie a bullet 

Each victim someone's son 

And Irishmen kill Irishmen 

As surely 

As if they fired the gun 

How can you convince yourself 

That what you do is right? 

When people are dying there 

Night after night 

Don't you ever wonder 

Why it still goes on? 

The hopes and fears and all the tears 

Are buried in your ground 

Buried in your ground 

Each rumour a bullet 

Each victim someone's son 

And careless talk kills Irishmen 

As surely 

As if words fired the gun 

Well it's lasted for so long now 

And so many have died 

It's such a part of my own life 

Yet it leaves me mystified 

How a people so intelligent 

Friendly, kind and brave 

Can throw themselves so willingly 

Into an open grave 

Each new day a bullet 

Each victim someone's son 

And ignorance kills Irishmen 

As surely 

As if we fired the gun