Walking home from local shop
West Belfast, Stewartstown Road
Here begins the story
of Julie Livingstone
Bobby is gone and Francis too
sounds of all hell breaking loose
Riots in the streets
No one’s bulletproof
For the loss of the innocent victims
For the truth that will not be concealed
For the blood on the face of your sisters
Our lips will never be sealed
Three thousand, five hundred
Engraved on the marble
She’s just a bystander
One single gunshot
Bullet in head
She’s wounded in pain
She dies the next day
She’s 14 years old
If revenge will be laughter for children
We both fight for their justice and good
And the names that will make us remember
There will be no forgiveness for you
No forgiveness for you
The culture of secrecy
Protects impunity
Family tragedies
Gunners are free
Mothers in pain
Shame and disgrace
No conciliate
Inspection is closed
Come away, oh human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
[For the] you can understand
[more] you can understand
[than] you can understand
West Belfast, Stewartstown Road
Here begins the story
of Julie Livingstone
Bobby is gone and Francis too
sounds of all hell breaking loose
Riots in the streets
No one’s bulletproof
For the loss of the innocent victims
For the truth that will not be concealed
For the blood on the face of your sisters
Our lips will never be sealed
Three thousand, five hundred
Engraved on the marble
She’s just a bystander
One single gunshot
Bullet in head
She’s wounded in pain
She dies the next day
She’s 14 years old
If revenge will be laughter for children
We both fight for their justice and good
And the names that will make us remember
There will be no forgiveness for you
No forgiveness for you
The culture of secrecy
Protects impunity
Family tragedies
Gunners are free
Mothers in pain
Shame and disgrace
No conciliate
Inspection is closed
Come away, oh human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
[For the] you can understand
[more] you can understand
[than] you can understand
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