Pretty Things - Belfast Cowboys lyrics

Celtic children born with stone in hand Cast against the dark Revolution spark Bitter tears they flood the sea They're drowning me. Frightened soldiers fighting for a queen Streets of orange and green Ancient building scream As exploding motor cars Leave their scars. Hey, belfast cowboys, What you gonna do, where're you gonna run. Towards the dawn the lights of power burn Statesmen wrapped in fears Wrestling with ideas Search their souls to find the key. Who has the key? Hey, belfast cowboys, What you gonna do, where're you gonna run. Khaki angles fly the sun, Mortar starlight burns Tear stained face it turns Paid the blood price to be free. Hey, belfast cowboys, What you gonna do, where're you gonna run.