Children In Pieces

Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools

Nuns called mothers

And their Christian brothers

Kick the shit out of very frightened childrenJudges and priests and police and cardinals

They look the other way

When the weekend comes

They'll make use of thoseChildren in pieces in Irish industrial schools

Nuns called mothers

And their Christian brothers

Kick the shit out of very frightened childrenYou say you wanna go home

You say you wanna be left alone

And so you turn to meBut instead of sympathy I find

My sentimental heart hardens

My sentimental heart hardensGet your hands off me

Kid, you must be bad luck

My sentimental heart hardens