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