The joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joyÂ
Sons of mothers huddle hereÂ
Men and boys
1850 swung the doorsÂ
And human sewage swept insideÂ
Where victims speak in whinesÂ
And where the hardened cried
I was sent here by a three foot half-wit in a wigÂ
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch
A swagger hides the fear in hereÂ
By this rule we breatheÂ
And there is no one on this earthÂ
Who I'd feel sad to leave
You see we all loseÂ
We all lose
What those in power do to youÂ
Reminds us at a glanceÂ
How humans hate each others gutsÂ
And show it given the chance
We never say aloud the thingsÂ
That we say in our prayersÂ
'Cause no one cares
Many executed hereÂ
By the awful lawfully goodÂ
But the only thing that makes me cryÂ
Is when I see the sky
Brendan Behan's laughter ringsÂ
For what he had or hadn't doneÂ
For he knew then as I know nowÂ
That for each and every one, of usÂ
We all loseÂ
Rich or poor
We all loseÂ
Rich or poor, they all lose