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Black Boy On Mopeds - Lyrics by Sinead Oconnor


Lyrics
Marget Thatcher on T.V.
Shocked by the deaths that place in Bejing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same order s 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 mystical land of madame george + roses
It's the home of police who kill 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
I am looking for food for her kids
In there arms she hold's three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was 'please'
These are dangerous days
To say say what you feel is to dig your own grave'rememebr what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you'
England's not the mystical land of madame george + roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy + thats why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there'sany such thing as grieving.