Poor old island,
poor old universe
Wonder who comes of the worst
Poor old people mistreat ing,
misbelieving I think you've been cast by a curse
But I don't want you to die, I can see all the lies,
there's nothing there that's new
But there's still no need to make lame children bleed,
even if what you say is true
And meanwhile in the aisles of the churches with style,
they're singing their songs to the
Lord
And the preacher is copying that for failure or never,
heaven will be your reward
Poor old island, tortured by past,
tarnished by future's
For all the islands,
for all the planets, for all the universe
Oh,
Ireland, your people mean more than
the idols you seek to set up on high
And the day that you see,
that's the day that all of your sadness and sickness will die
For the en emy you seek to destroy is not
the one who's causing your pain
He's disguised himself well
with his book and his bell
But evil is still his name
For all I love, tortured by past
And tarnished by
Richard's curse
For all I love, for all uni verse
Just one day comes off the
list