Plastic Bullets

Unknown

On Belfast streets I've heard it said,

They're shooting little children dead,

Taking lives hardly begun,

With plastic bullets in their guns.

[chorus]

We won't be kept down easily,

We will not be still,

We won't be kept down easily,

After all you maim and kill.

Young Carolan just 12 years of age,

Shot down by brits in bloody rage,

Wee Julie Livingston as well,

Fell stricken from their plastic hell.

They tried to drag us from our streets,

By taking lives so young and sweet,

Do they not know we'll not be beat,

Their violence is their own defeat.

They tried to make us tow their line,

By using every type of crime,

But freedom won't be terrorised,

Nor freedom's struggle prone to lives.