No one knows who wasn't there,

at Casement Park.

No one knows who wasn't there,

on Churchill Avenue.

No one knows who wasn't there,

at Milltown Cemetery.

 

We were young and malleable

We were hammers and sharpened tools,

we were disposable yet valuable

we the puppets of murderous fools.

 

We heard the pavement split

We heard the double tap,

we knew that we would pay for it

but never take the rap.

 

They were dogs and histories lies

They were blunt and angry tools,

they were steel in old men's eyes

they the puppets of murderous fools.

 

They heard the skulls of soldiers split

They heard the wild mob roar,

they knew they'd get away with it

when peace replaced the war.

 

Now we are old and bent with grief

we're woven into truth and lies,

what was true and what belief,

is known to none except our eyes...