Sinead O'connor - Black Boys on Mopeds lyrics

Margaret Thatcher on TV Shocked by the d**hs that took place in Beijing It seems strange that she should be offended The same orders are given by her I've said this before now You said I was childish and you'll say it now Remember what I told you: If they hated me they will hate you England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who k** black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving Young mother down at Smithfield 5 am, looking for food for her kids In her arms she holds three cold babies And the first word that they learned was "please" These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave Remember what I told you: If you were of the world they would love you England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who k** blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving