Black 47 - Bob lyrics

My name is Bobby Sands, MP

Born in the city of Belfast

Divided by religion

I grew up fast

I was stabbed and I was spat upon

My family run out of its home

There was only one solution

Turn the whole system upside down

But the system had other ideas

I got lifted for carryin' a gun

In a trial without a jury

I got fourteen years from the judge

Screws beat me regularly

But they couldn't break me because

I had the love of my comrades

And a burnin' faith in my Cause

Still I left a girl outside pregnant

Married her while on remand

Now I got a son and a pain in my heart

When he doesn't recognize his old man

Your soul's on ice oh oh oh oh

But they can't stop the desire

To break on out oh oh oh oh

When your heart is on fire

We wouldn't wear their convict clothes

So they stripped us to the bone

Threw in some threadbare blankets.....

And when they jeered us about our nakedness

As we slopped out down the halls

We wouldn't come out of their prison cells

We smeared shit on their prison walls

Stuck in an eight foot concrete box

With a bible, a mattress

And the threat of violence every day....

Can I make it through these fourteen years

Will my son remember my face

I don't blame her for the separation

But for Christ's sake let him keep his name

Your soul's on ice oh oh oh oh

But they can't stop the desire

To break on out oh oh oh oh

When your heart is on fire

Five simple things we ask of them

Five simple things denied

But Thatcher will not compromise....

I ask my Mother's permission

To finally break her heart

We have come to a decision

......Hunger Strike

Three comrades starve behind me

I pray to God that my

Death will lead to compromise....

I can no longer see your face

My bones break through my skin

I'm goin' back to Belfast City

You can't cage my spirit in

Your soul's on ice

But they can't stop the desire

To break on out

When your heart is on fire