| Children in pieces in | |
| Irish industrial schools | |
| Nuns called mothers | |
| And their | |
| Christian brothers | |
| Kick the shit out of very frightened children | |
| Judges and priests and police and cardinals | |
| They look the other way | |
| When the weekend comes | |
| They'll make use of those | |
| Children in pieces in | |
| Irish industrial schools | |
| Nuns called mothers | |
| And their | |
| Christian brothers | |
| Kick the shit out of very frightened children | |
| You say you wanna go home | |
| You say you wanna be left alone | |
| And so you turn to me | |
| But instead of sympathy | |
| I findMy sentimental heart hardens | |
| My sentimental heart hardens | |
| Get your hands off me | |
| Kid, you must be bad luck | |
| My sentimental heart hardens |