Never Safe from Our Street by Gillie Mc Pherson

We've barricaded up our street and we have locked ourselves in.
There's anger in the air, you hear them rattling the bins.
The rebels they are out there, they are looking for their foe.
It doesn't matter where they are; you're never safe at home.

There's panic in our street, there’s helicopters overhead.
We pushed the fridge against the door and then our double bed.
A rebel’s soul is not his own when he is lashing at your door
And rifles only serve to spill blood upon the floor.

There's trouble up the “Falls” and down the “Sandy Row.”
Each one has their point of view, solutions high and low.
It's all in the education and the culture is to blame.
Wherever we make war, we’ll never see a change.

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