Sinead O'connor - Famine Lyrics
ok, i want to talk about irelandSpecifically i want to talk about the "famine"About the fact that there never really was oneThere was no "famine"See irish people were only allowed to eat potatoesAll of the other foodMeat fish vegetablesWere shipped out of the country under armed guardTo england while the irish people starvedAnd then on the middle of all thisThey gave us money not to teach our children irishAnd so we lost our historyAnd this is what i think is still hurting meSee we're like a child that's been batteredHas to drive itself out of it's head because it's frightenedStill feels all the painful feelingsBut they lose contact with the memoryAnd this leads to massive self-destructionAlcoholism, drug addictionAll desperate attempts at runningAnd in it's worst formBecomes actual killingAnd if there ever is gonna be healingThere has to be rememberingAnd then grievingSo that there then can be forgivingThere has to be knowledge and understandingAll the lonely peopleWhere do they all come fromAn american army regulationSays you mustn't kill more than 10% of a nation'cos to do so causes permanent "psychological damage"It's not permanent but they didn't know thatAnyway during the supposed "famine"We lost a lot more than 10% of our nationThrough deaths on land or on ships of emigrationBut what finally broke us was not starvationBut it's use in the controlling of our educationSchool go on about "black 47"On and on about "the terrible famine"But what they don't say is in truthThere really never was one(excuse me)All the lonely people(i'm sorry, excuse me)Where do they all come from(that i can tell you in one word)All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belongSo let's take a look shall weThe highest statistics of child abuse in the eecAnd we say we're a christian countryBut we've lost contact with our historySee we used to worship god as a motherWe're suffering from post traumatic stress disorderLook at all our old men in the pubsLook at all our young people on drugsWe used to worship god as a motherNow look at what we're doing to each otherWe've even made killers of ourselvesThe most child-like trusting people in the universeAnd this is what's wrong with usOur history books the parent figures lied to usI see the irishAs a race like a childThat got itself basned in the faceAnd if there ever is gonna be healingThere has to be rememberingAnd then grievingSo that there then can be forgivingThere has to be knowledge and understandingAll the lonely peopleWhere do they all come fromAll the lonely peopleWhere do they all come fromWe stand on the brink of a great achievementIn this ireland there is no solutionTo be found to our disagreementsBy shooting each otherThere is no real invader hereWe are all irish in all ourDifferent kinds of waysWe must not, now or ever in the future,Show anything to each otherExcept tolerance, forbearanceAnd neighbourly loveBecause of our tradition everyone hereKnows how he is and what god expects him to do.
