Manchester Uk
Manchester City Centre, UK, 1996, a large white van did stop
Two men got out and ran away, then they blew our City up
The van was full of gelignite, enough to fill a shop
With thousands of people shopping and it caught them on the hop
The police knew who the men were but there were no arrest
They did not want this incident to change the IRA peace process
The building's all but flattened and stone turned into rocks
But an iconic thing stood out tall, an old red mail box
It was the only thing left standing, that was central to the blast
But it still stands up, in the same place, to remind us of the past
The box remains iconic, standing like a god
Sending out our message, we will beat the iron rod
Twenty years have passed us by, our City is reborn
The IRA have got the point, that we will not be crushed like corn
My Manchester, I love her, she is like a queen
The greatest City in the world, the best that you have seen
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