The Swashbuckling Doctors - Bogside lyrics

no time to wait, a price to pay mother's back in the a**embly Repression out, the boy parade This Maiden city, tripping on roots that rot the past virtue in bed and pride intact flour sugar a wick and white, gas the crime will fit the punishment We're throwing kisses from the top of the flats whoa oh, thee red hand in the stars whoa oh, liight up the armored cars three green fields behind, and the dark river blocking our way half life, half town with half your name woah oh, Trouble graduate today this Saturday, matinee, I don't know I've lost the plot I'm afraid they keep the order, we keep the border the board is set but do we really want to play? to yet another stalemate bishop and pawn we go the same way the queen will move nothing to prove we flip the board we get our peace today whoa oh, but for this the wedge mislaid, whoa oh, you can't stay the falling blade Don't turn away, don't run from me now, take my hand, ah they'll shoot you in the back-my-friend whoa oh, step up to the barricade whoa oh, take my hand, I'll take you to a place whoa oh, where the sun shines bright and clear on the shortest day woah oh, on the gables stand your face undimmed by time woah oh, take my hand