Intro: verse 1: Poor old Ireland, poor old universe Wonder who comes off the worse Poor old people mistreating, misbelieving Are you given, cursed by a curse verse 2: But I don't want you to die, I can see all the lies There's nothing there that's new But there's still no need to make blind children bleed Even if what you say is true verse 3: And meanwhile in the aisles of the churches with style They're singing their songs to the lord And the preacher is carping, that for failure on earth Heaven will be your reward verse 4: Poor old Ireland, tortured by past And tarnished by future's curse Poor old Ireland, poor old planet Poor old universe Instrumental: