They drive to the left on Falls Road  
 The man at the wheel's name is Seamus  
 We pass a child on the corner he knows  
 And Seamus says, "Now what chance has that kid got?"  
 And I say from the back, "I don't know"  
 He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits:  
 and there ain't no place on Belfast for that kid to go"  
 ***It's a hard life, It's a hard life, It's a very hard life  
 It's a hard life wherever you go***  
 If we poison our children with hatred  
 Then the hard life is all that they'll know  
 A cafeteria line in Chicago  
 The fat man in front of me  
 Is calling black people trash to his children  
 ....he's the only trash here I see  
 And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood  
 In the night when his children should sleep  
 But, they'll slip to their window and they'll see him  
 And they'll think that white hood's all they need  
 If I'd been a child in the sixties  
 When dreams could be held through TV  
 With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther  
 Oh, I'd believe, I'd believe, I'd believe  
 Now, I am the back-seat driver from America  
 And I am not at the wheel of control  
 I am guilty, I am war and I am the root of all evil  
 Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road